Our Glorious Dead (They said)

To Our Glorious Dead the monument said
What fuckin’ bullshit thought, aye
You who sent me off to die
What’s so glorious about being dead?
A bayonet up the arse or a bullet in the head
Would you change places then?
If so when?

Reams of rancid rubbish written
Jingoistic shite you spout
Land of hope and fuckin’ glory?
Oh please! tell another fairy story

The other guys are evil wrong
God’s on our side he’ll hear our song
Of patriotic puke
But better far than the nuke
Is it? Why?

With Nukes we all get to die
All are then The Glorious Dead
Fairer shares
We'll get ours and they'll get theirs!
Will you be satisfied then?

Political prick you make me sick
Forward you men have no fear
Whilst I stay safely over here
Far, far away from the pointless war
I’m calling for.

Looking for ways to compromise
Telling lies thin disguise
Of deep concern, double talk
Weasel words
Same value they as putrid turds

Our brave young women and men
Blah blah! (Cut to the truth)
Died screaming in a field afar
Legs blow off body in tatters (Back to the bullshit)
But it’s the principal that matters
Said the most unprincipled bastard in the land
We’ll put their names on a monument grand

Oh great, can’t wait!

Cheaper by far for the nation
Than paying proper compensation
That’s just the chance you take in war
And now your son can fight no more
We’ll screw you for every cent we can
Whilst telling you
He was a brave and noble man

And for the disabled soldier’s family?
Oh dear, well, it’s like this you see
We can’t afford so very much
And so we’ll kick you in the crotch
But we’ll be smiling while we do it
And the nation is grateful
Ex-Sergeant and Mrs Pruitt

Inspired by the great Tony Blair,
ex P.M.of Britian and Millionaire
Sure got his share

Note:
If this poet sounds cynical, sarcastic and angry don't worry it's only because he's cynical sarcastic and angry!