Poppies for a new generation
The war has come to England
Germany's all in a rage
The authorities are getting the guns out
And parliment's setting the stage
For the bright, hopeful youth of the kingdom
Must march in their lines to the front
Where the bullets and shrapnel are flying
To the war that nobody wants
And trying to guide them is Asquith
Whom to every one of them helves:
"Come boys and fight for your country
And we'll soon hear Christmas bells
The rose has the might of the lion
We cannot let Germany win
So come lads and fight for your country
And don't let the enemy in!"
The bombs, they fall on the cities,
The bombs, they fall on the schools
The war rages on without pity
Humanity's been overruled
The soldiers, they fall in the trenches
The soldiers, they fall in the field
The violence of war reaps a harvest of souls
But the poppy's the only yield
Now all that remains of the young men
Is the epitaph on the wall
A monument raised to honour them
And a warning to serve us all
So that even just once in the year
When the monument's adorned with flowers
We remember the men who served us,
We remember that final hour.
But do you remember them, Bush?
But do you remember them, Blair?
What is this buisness with Iraq
And why are you sending us there?
The bombs are once again falling
The country's gone to the knaves
Who can think of nothing but brawling,
Will the poppies cover our graves?
So go to the cold memorial
And wipe the graffiti away
Look at the names upon it
And think what they'd have to say
If they saw the country they died for
Once more to the trenches descend...
Perhaps we should dismantle the machine of war
And, maybe, start making amends.