The Inevitable
Melted Cathedrals that once were grand
Twisted and broken by mans crazy hand
Consequences after the fact
No discussions or common sense tact
Push the button it's easier this way
Whats millions of people, anyway
Damned by the bomb or damned by man
It's now inevitable, written future plan
Will anyone survive this I do fear
For no one to say, it fell here
Mushroom Cloud
Only a fool would
Pyrocumulus mushroom
Nuclear horror
Project Rainbow
The Lockheed U2
Radar cross section deflects
The tracking stations
Invisible Lie
The truth or secret
Cloaking device, the Eldridge
Invisible lie?
The Philadelphia Experiment " Fact or Fiction "
Why the Rose Bled
Parents so proud
Four sons they raised
From the Highlands of Scotland
In the pre-war days
On their crofts they worked
Morning till night
Unknown to them then
Of a future fight
The Germans have invaded
A country so free
Poland was taken
The world shaken visually
Britain declares war
As our men enlist
To rid the enemy
As the fighting shifts
Europe's engulfed
In a feverish war
Many are dying
To comprehend what for
The four brothers
Sign up to fight
As a mother will pray
Every night
Campaigns they fight
In these theatres of war
Witnessing horrors
Never seen before
In their garden at home
On the family crofts
A bed of roses
With petals so soft
Then one day
With a passing glance
A pink rose dripping red
In deathly stance
Their mother turns
To the gate she looks
Telegram in hand
From the postman she took
With trembling hands
She opens with care
Upon reading the message
In tear laden stare
Their eldest son
In Africa was lost
As many many others
Deaths global cost
Every day
As she passes the rose
It's pink petals bloom
Her tomorrow's fear grows
She was Saved
You read in the papers you watch on the news
Coalition soldiers amidst as the killing accrues
In these theatres of war we lose many lives
In these wars of man only death thrives
But every so often there's a turn for the good
A life is saved they couldn't do what they could
The lives of a family murdered by cowards
Shot in cold blood bullets they showered
But from this tragedy a life was saved
It's of a little girl and a soldier who braved
A Chief Master Sergeant in the USAF
Allows mans humanity to kindly show face
This little girl who was saved was shot in the head
He stayed by her side for she should have been dead
To see pictures like this in the theatres of war
Maybe it's understandable to see what we fight for
An alleged soldier in wanton family wipe
What takes a soldier to become their type
My heart goes out to this little girl
And all the other children caught up in this war ridden world
Written on the spur of the moment after receiving a picture from Sara Kendrick
For in a Doorway Lies
On an Iraqi street
It's all quiet and calm
The way it should be
Without the tyrants palm
Kids are playing
American marines patrol
They don't want to be there
But peace is their goal
A sudden silence
Greets the street
Then all hell breaks loose
Every one falls to their feet
An explosion so powerful
In neighbourhood shake
An all mighty blast
Delivered by mans earthquake
Shrapnel zips
And pings through the air
Voices in scream
Faces in blood run stare
The dust and debris
Drifts all around
As the marines rise
One hears, a crying sound
He follows the cries
For in a doorway lies
A boy of two
In bloodied apply
His small frame
Sodden of red
Lacerations aplenty
On the road to dead
The blanket he clutched
In crimson soak
This soldier, marine
In tear filled choke
He gently lifts
This fragile child
Another innocent casualty
As another war smiles
Sadly, there will be others
Through the months and years
When war will still smile
And ignore all the tears
His Background
This enlisted soul
At eighteen years old
Barely a man
Not even street wise told
From the proms, to the camp
He kits out tomorrow
His future he stamps
Never knowing bloodied sorrow
In just under a year
He's older and wiser
To a theatre so different
Says his military adviser
Overseas he heads
Thoughts of back home
What goes through his mind
In eighteen years old roam
Where could he have been
In so short a time
Colouring books
Making joining words rhyme
As he looks to his background
What does he see
An eagle soaring
In the land of the free
The statue of liberty
And the bill of rights
With the thirteen stripes
And the stars to delight
He is just a boy
In grown up clothes
Another one lost
To a cause we will loathe
Soldier of Fortune
There will come a time
Maybe today, or tomorrow
Where a soldier of fortune
Will gloat in his sorrow
For his trackers and he
On a mission to tame
Will hunt him down
And leave him in maim
Through the wires of code
In binary bite
This soldier of fortune
Will, with all his might
Where will he start
It's for his prey to guess
When he knocks on his door
Instant distress
Before he is taken
A justice is served
For some times in this world
Some things are deserved
He is handed over to their FBI
In the land of the free, their justice he's tried
For if he was left, with the soldier of fortune
He would remember that day
His day of misfortune
The Last Warrior
The last warrior
On a mountain he stands
Sunset behind him
In powerful grand
For his armies have beaten
The hoard from the south
For he cries freedom
From his regal mouth
His honours in battle
Have led to the tilt
His kingdom is saved
Bloodied hands on his hilt
For in his glorious glens
In reddened burns
The flowing of his enemies
Drip from the ferns
Bodies in scatter
In heather strewn
Distorted and grimaced
Under the light of the moon
The followers mourn
Their maimed and their dead
As history will remember
What their survivors had said
He looked down from his mountain
At the gathering of his clans
As they look up to the last warrior
Every last man
They Will Never Roam
In modern warfare conflicts
We need to get there fast
Giant transporter aeroplanes
Take off in turbine blast
Inside these metal birds
That fly through natures skies
Deliver our knights in armour
To fight an enemy despised
These deliverers of peace
Will also take them home
Some will walk the apron
While others will never roam
We will always remember them
The way they left our shores
Just like our heroic veterans
All those years before
To watch them march so slow
Coffins held aloft
Their carriage that awaits them
Turns hard men to soft
On their tear laden journey
Our lost ones finally home
For in all our hearts
From there, they will never roam