Stay home, me lads, stay home, they said,
avoid Afghanistan.
Where thousands bled and those who fled
were of no use to man.
Pray, heed our words, don’t break our hearts
but they too keen to fight.
To waring ways and glory days,
to conquer and to smite.
For church and crown, thy will be done,
thy will with flesh and blood.
Who would deny or dare defy
would feel the wrath of God.
Seek mercy, no, no quarter let,
do onto them with lust.
You’ll be as one, rain down upon,
with malice be robust.
Together ye, of grit and might,
wreak mayhem as you go
Go bear the brunt through sharp and blunt,
God wills it, tallyho!
To war, me lads, come let us pray,
voice high the battle hymn.
Praise be the Lord, we’ll blood the sword,
all glory is for Him.
Into the fray to their dismay,
where men flayed to the bone.
Too late the dead to heed what said,
stay home, me lads, stay home.
En mass they marched from east and west
to capture and enslave.
To reason why where empires die,
Afghanistan their grave.
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Author:
Tony Grannell (
Offline) - Published: April 5th, 2025 14:58
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Comments2
Anti war I'm all for. This poem speaks to the silliness of war and how thousands heed the call of country and God to fight and die for nothing. It is sad and poignant and warns against taking up guns for folly. Well done nicely rhymed and composed it sings out.
A strong message of the stupidity of war, many of those who fight them have no idea what they are for and lose there lives for nothing, well written write
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