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Walking Wounded
They praise the walking wounded here
With words that no-one else will hear
You fight and march to who-knows-where,
But now they wish with so much fear
That you were nowhere even near.

Battle's won by heros tall
And by all of those that fall
Immortal Gods that gave their all,
Not by cripples over there,
Things that give our kids a scare.

They puke, they bleed, they choke, they're sick
Why they "walk" I cannot tell,
They're going nowhere double quick.

No tomb, no stone, no mark at all,
No plinth upon the City Hall,
You're not in heaven so go to Hell,
That's why they praise the wounded here,
'Cos no-one else'll ever care.

By Robert L Thompsett