Sticks and Stones
[kml_flashembed movie="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgpsepX-BWc" width="425" height="350" wmode="transparent" /]This Season of Remembrance draws from all of us a sense admiration and gratitude but also a great sense of sadness and disappointment. Its overwhelming as we consider that so many innocent people are the causalities of war. Its not just the soldiers and the immediate civillians caught in the crossfire. Its not just the people who have lost limbs Its literally thousands upon thousands of people whose potential has been ruined or snuffed out and who live their lives a shadow of what they could or might have been.
STICKS AND STONES
Sticks and stones
And broken bones
And terrorists and mobile phones
And babies cry alone
Children play
And mothers pray
Their children will be suicide bombers
Its a strange world
We live in desperate times
The lines of right and wrong
Have all been redrawn
And suicide means - taking sides
For some its just another day
To hide To pretend
To say, "Its gonna be alright"
Knowing nothings right
And never will be
Till the guns stop
And soldiers go home
And poppies fall
In Albert Hall
And all around is silent
No one speaks a word.
