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Thank you Mr Blair
For sending me here to Iraq
While I write this,
I’m under attack
I’ve seen grown men dying
Seen my friends crying

So please tell me?
Why the lying?
Why are they dying?

C’mon Tony,
I need to know
Sending us in with the American’s
All gun ho

Do you expect us to come out alive?
Do you have any idea?
On how to survive

It seems to you,
This is just a game
Well I’m glad your popularity is on the wane
Don’t know what it’s like
And neither will you ever
We’re here alone
While you relax on leather

Have sleepless nights Tony
Enjoy your money and career
You have no experience of war
And know nothing about fear

Mark Scotchford © July 2004

NOTE:- I have never served in the armed forces.


About markious72

Here I wish to let my strange and vivid imagination and opinions run wild. I do hope you like what you read. I would love to be a writer, I won't pretend otherwise. Although it is only in the last couple of years that I have realised it. I guess if it meant to happen it will. Happy reading, happier writing. :-)
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