Propaganda
BATEMAN, BOND
Across your face that shattered look
Of memories that flood the mind
Served up on TV, film and book
Bitter testament of mankind
They can keep their propaganda
And their glorious farce of war
My life isn't their's to squander
Like that of those who died before
You wear your medals oh so proud
For you did serve your country well
Told to proclaim your bravery loud
There was no glory, only hell
Lest we forget who gave their lives
Those who fought so we'd be free
Those who were conned by ancient lies
You'll make no murderer of me
I'll bear no arms for your rat race
See through the army boys pretence
I won't betray the human race
Leaping to the system's defence