Copyright: Dolly Joseph London UKUnpublished
Life WastedDear General Because I shed blood once a month And see that precious red fuel Containing life Wasted I can take no sides in any war My only role In that insane game Will be that of an undertaker Getting rich and counting avidly the score
IŽll build coffins for all the sad colours And rejoice at the sound of the tattoo But i will not bury the innocent General I leave that sad task To you
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