what did you do?
Did you fight the German, Turk, Austrian or who;
Italian, Russian, Chinaman, Korean, African or Jew;
An Argentine, Muslim or even the Irish too?
Were they terrorists, insurgents, soldiers or such?
Did they fight for freedom or was that you?
Could you see the enemy, did they hide?
Were you in a tank, plane, boat or a soldier on foot?
Questions, questions my son, I'm not that old.
Most were history when I was young.
Why we fought, I've long forgot.
In Afghanistan, in Iraq was where we fought when I was young;
sometimes in Africa too.
But were you a soldier daddy: what did you do?
I played on the computer, my son, I played the games.
War was far away and I was not called,
To sign my life away.
Politicians lied and squabbled,
about threat, resource and why.
They wanted taxes,
not soldiers who might die.
Between guns and butter,
well we all wanted toast.
Yeah, and pride in our boys:
we could just follow celebs.
And it wont be long till we laugh at the medals,
the cripples and dumb.
Bombs go off once, yet the explosion last many lives.
We care about our soil, not some corner of a foreign field;
Whose concealed dust we could not find.
No my son, I did not fight;
I killed on computer.
Watched bullets on TV.
Muslim killed Muslim because they hated the Jew.
America occupied Iraq because they wanted them free.
They call it the fog, it's all I could see.
