Source:
Adults
Author:
Robert Henry
Title:
The Unknown Hero
My son died with a gun in his hand And with fear in his eyes my son died. Just seventeen In childhood dreams When they sent him to his grave He asked me why A man must die Before they call him brave. How can they talk of honour As a comfort and a cure To the widowed, to the grieving To the crippled, to the poor? My son died with a gun in his hand And with fear in his eyes my son died. It's time to fight for freedom And Liberty for all The General cries the same old lies Hear the battle call. But a man will always be the slave Of the man who calls the tune Pied Piper leads you to the grave But promises the moon. My son died with a gun in his hand And with fear in his eyes my son died. They dug a trench Ten yards long In the dusty battle grey Face in the mud Drenched in blood The dead boys bodies lay. Funny how I remember still The baby in my arms Now with his graveyard lover Wooed by the battle charms Do they close the gates of heaven To a boy who died in vain? Are we doomed to watch this tragedy Keep spinning round again? My son died with a gun in his hand And with fear in his eyes my son died.
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