<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422067" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Blood On Their Hands (Extended Version)</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">A politician told a lie<br>Which meant a soldier had to die -<br>His blood is crying from the ground<br>But the politician hears no sound, <br>He's safe and cosy far away<br>And hopes that they'll increase his pay.<br>You probably gave him your vote<br>But this is not a time to gloat.<br>He told us he was 'a straight kind of guy'<br>And that he'd never tell a lie.<br>You may forget the soldier's name, <br>But his parents know just who to blame, <br>Their son will never see tomorrow<br>And nothing can assuage their sorrow, <br>Life and death are not a game, <br>They're sick of Tony and his fame, <br>And I for one would like to see<br>An end to this insanity<br>Where life is made so mean and cheap<br>And men are slaughtered just like sheep, <br>And no-one gives a bloody damn<br>That politics is just a sham, <br>So long as they can have their fun<br>(And this applies to everyone) <br>With sport and lager and TV<br>To keep at bay their misery, <br>Till they become a race of clowns<br>Dressed up in human flesh and bones, <br>Lords of a pointless universe<br>And children of a lifelong curse, <br>Doomed to exist on borrowed time<br>Until they sink below the slime.<br>God, tell me that it isn't true! <br>What can a lonely poet do?</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Thorkild+Ellison">John Thorkild Ellison</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=422067" data-title="Blood On Their Hands (Extended Version) de John Thorkild Ellison" data-description="A politician told a lie Which meant a soldier had to die - His blood is crying from the ground But the politician hears no sound, He's safe and cosy far away And hopes that they'll increase his pay. You probably gave him your vote But this is not..."></div> </div> </div>

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