Lifeline
I’m holding my lifeline in my hands
As I march across foreign lands
Up to my knees in mud and death,
Not knowing when I’ll take my final breath.
To my left is Tommy. He’s just nineteen.
He plays for his local football team.
When he came he smiled he laughed he sang
But now man’s hatred’s poisonous fang
Has sucked him dry.
Tommy left with the first shot of his gun
That stole the life of a foreign man.
His eyes are sunken,
His heart is black
His wife Rosie wont back.
I’m holding my lifeline in my hands
As I watch the sands
Of my humanity slip away
And I replace the machines of yesterday
That rusted and fell into the hands of the enemy.
Bang. Bang. Bang.
No Tommy!
Not here Tommy!
Run Tommy!
Go!
Splattered blood,
unseeing eyes,
Far away Rosie cries.
We give up our lives for the land of the free
As we loose all sense of humanity.
We’re broken machines, empty shells,
Something you place on forgotten shelves.
I’m holding my lifeline in my hands
At the complete mercy of man’s
Inability to see eye to eye,
So in a poppy field I will lie.
Goodbye my friends, my family, my wife,
I hope to see you in another life.
