The general came to class one day

to take the willing fools away

Free food and travel, work in the sun

you’ll even get a shiny gun

“Yes sir” they yelled ,tall and proud

and off they marched past cheering crowds

Day one they gathered in the square

to find no general standing there

but sergeant Waters stern and grim

they grew to hate the sight of him

” YOU USELESS BUNCH OF SMALL TOWN SLACKERS YOU’LL WORK AND DRILL UNTIL YOUR KNACKERED, YOU’LL LEARN TO FIGHT AND SHOOT TO KILL”

we’ll buy your deaths with dollar bills.

Fast forward to boot camp’s final day,

the wars awaiting for those that stayed.

Shipping out in the morning they’re worried moms

fussing and fawning , and very soon most will be mourning

To last man all killers trained

into battle, a new campaign

they shout and scream with growing horror

tough luck young men you took the dollar

They’re blown to shreds maimed and killed

for a metre of land their guts were spilled

the few survivors all gone mad

their brothers , whats left, sent home under flags.

The general stood there in the rain

a solemn salute to their remains

then folded the flags complete with blood stains

The general returned to school that day to recruit more

men again and again

The reapers waiter he had become

be damned to you and your shiny guns

here ends this tale of wasted youth

and worst of all it’s based on truth.