Bring ‘em on, said he And another soldier died. Bring ‘em on, said he, And another mother cried.
Bring ‘em on, said he A nation cast aside, Bring ‘em on, said he, This is the end of the ride.
Cast aways, foreign lands, Another cries, torn off hands. When are we going home, I don’t know when, Or how, or if we can….. ever again.
Kay Ekwall ©2004
Index of Poems, Songs and Short Stories