The Price We Pay ( A Trilogy )

The Journalist A husband a son A mortar a gun A landscape that cannot forgive A hidden life taker A cruel widow maker A death for our right to live A mother a daughter Face down in the water Whose crime was to stand in the way And from deep in a hole Some war hungry mole Decided it’s a small price to pay A man with a book And a twisted outlook Sent the code out to our distant lands This woke up the sleepers Indiscriminate death keepers And then he washed his hands This cold Tuesday morning Without conscience or warning A plume took its hold on the sky A blast mangled station Acute devastation The relatives break down and cry The Cynic An old sergeant major A hero I’ll wager Decides that it’s time we dug in He gives the command Points to some other land Says now push off and bring me a win A general with stars And armoured staff cars Watches dots on computerised skies With one flick of the wrist Ten more men don’t exist But he's sure they were wonderful guys Somewhere out east A tyrannical beast Uses scripture to strike up the band They don’t read our writing Get out there start fighting And get back my once sacred land The Warrior I’ll stand up and fight I’ve a true sense of right Your future is safe in my hands I’m fit and I’m able And mentally stable To strike down the foe down where he stands I’m ready for orders For fanatic marauders And keen to restore status quo I’m loaded with pride As I wait for my ride To employ all the skills that I know A skewed view of the night Through an infrared sight Using method all trusted and tried A cafe a school No hard and fast rule All places for snipers to hide I park up the armour Watch Mac the charmer As he tries to establish rapport He gleans information A local train station Could house who we’re all looking for A perimeter laid A gunshot grenade! A barrage of fire from the tracks All frenzy and rush A god damn ambush Find cover before th - With the greatest of respect Lee Remember those who gave and those yet to give