A distant village blown apart –
the breaking news should break your heart,
but what’s the difference if you weep?
As they have sown, so shall they reap.
It’s hard to sift the truth from lies –
you shrug your shoulders, roll your eyes.
Our politicians sell us cheap.
As they have sown, so we shall reap.
Red poppies round the village cross –
what did we learn from so much loss?
Remember Arras, Mons and Ypres,
As we have sown, so shall we reap.
It’s gone too far, we’re in too deep.
As we have sown, so we shall reap.
Our children sleep their blameless sleep.
As we have sown, so they shall reap.