The boots stomp
As they march of to war,
In their khaki uniforms
I am not sure they know what their fighting for,
Been sold the dream
Of fighting for God, country and Queen,
It’s all so fake it’s quite obscene,
As they die in battle for government
And for corporate greed.
Young men giving up their lives
Thinking they are fighting a good fight,
Blank out the enemy on the other side,
Soldier or terrorist they’ve been sold the same lies
And it all ends with blood spilt
And the bodies they lay dead still,
Cut down in their prime,
Just another humanitarian crime
And you ask me would I die?
Would I lay down my life?
For my country that would not die for me,
The answers no I respect all life,
And will always avoid taking sides,
Especially in these fake wars,
Wars without a genuine cause,
I won’t die for oil, for gold, or for water
And I don’t think anyone ought to,
Just to make the one percent richer,
I won’t end up a corpse in a ditch for you,
You cannot even tell the truth,
That wars are fought to benefit you.