Excruciating numbness
Blood oozes from my boots
I suffer in this land they
call Afghanistan
My roots
So far away
where rivers dance
And Bull rushes do swoon
and a Heron like a statue stands
Under a pale moon
Remembering my only love
Her flaxen hair and eyes
she's far away, Does she think of me?
Or will she realise?

That my last thoughts really were of her
Amelia my love
I'm weaker by the minute
I'm dying, send a dove
those vultures I can hear them
They're waiting and I'll be
Probably torn to bite sized shreds
And left dangling from some tree

I signed up, to fight for Britain
I was wounded in Iraq
I felt that war was illegal
But just could not get back
The torment and the torture
and the evil and the pain
Children blown to kingdom come
Again and again and again

In many ways I'm happy
To die here on this sand
To feed the bloody vultures
For I do not understand
The crazy politicians
That sent us over here
We knew They made that so clear

And then I hear a voice or two
Its Jack and Pete, my mates
They've come to get me out of here
For I know those pearly gates
Will not be where I'm going
Blighty...... maybe so
Trussed up like a turkey
In Blairs great Chilcot show