Author Information
`How many more must die?`
Time to bow your heads again and shed another tear
Slowly moving through the morning mist another funeral courtage
Appears
Inside those union flag draped coffins are soldiers not long out of school
Sent off to fight a foreign War in a Country harsh and cruel
Mothers weep grown men cry and children wonder why
So many of our finest are sent away to die
British politicians said they would never fire a shot
The coffins tell us how wrong they were
But the politicians name is forgot
How many more young men must die in Foreign fields far away?
Before we say enough is enough and bring them home to stay
We may not support this War but we love our men in uniform
So for the next half hour just say a prayer and bow your heads in unison.
© Tony McNally
