The Front Lines of War

My lover and baby are on the sidewalk,

I hope that she’s safe and I hope that she talks.

I hope that she runs and I hope that she hides.

Especially when the army wants to play outside.

But your mother is weeping, she is really poor,

She can’t sleep at night when a lion roars,

Be safe my darling, don’t relish the thought,

When you’re fighting for your home on the front lines of war.

My sister is weeping, “My boyfriend” she cries,

When we think of him now we look to the skies.

How can we keep living in a world like this?

When you’re remembered for dying on a great long list?

But we can’t keep on dreaming, reliving the past,

Where your next breath now could very well be your last.

I’m waiting and hoping to seeing you back when for,

When you’ve finished your fighting on the front lines of war.

You’re writing a book on “The Front Lines of War”,

You imagine you’re strangled by the foreign claw.

It’s hard to breath and your feet really hurt,

For walking and crawling and lying in the dirt.

You’re shaking and scared and your minds turned to squash,

But your commander is bold and he is very posh.

Be strong be brave don’t think about the gore,

When you’re inches away from the front lines of war.

There’s a hole in your book, there’s a hole in your logic,

You can’t ask a question to the great demagogic.

You think you are strong but you are really weak,

By killing your people, you make your soul turn bleak.

There are seconds to run, seconds to fly,

Before your body gets cremated and your livelihood dies,

Don’t reach for the door don’t collapse to the floor,

You’re all pretty well dead on the front lines of war.

They don’t care if you’re good; they don’t care if you’re bad,

Your spirit can’t be broken you really can’t be sad.

You’re lured into a family, a family of others,

But don’t forget the grief of your agonising mother

Don’t forget who you are, remember your name,

You might need it later for when you receive fame.

Be happy and glad when people ask you for,

Your bravery and anxiety on the front lines of war.

Of war

Of war

Of war….

There’s gallons of blood that lies on the street,

It isn’t so sacred when we walk in bare feet,

Your best friend is sore, decapitated and dead,

If only you’d helped him if he never bled.

And what will it make of society and law?

When everyone is fighting on the front lines of war.