In The Gulf War


I knew a simple combat troop
Deployed in ground offensive group
Who whistled on a hostile mission
And smiled with surgical precision.

In trenches, R & R denied,
His weapons system by his side,
He staged a friendly fire zone
And fell redundant on his own.

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Now pray, you Sun-fed crowd, which likes
To cheer exploratory strikes,
You're not, in theatres overseas
Collateral fatalities.

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From the book Tony Blair reminds me of a budgie

with apologies to Siegfried Sassoon