THE POOR BLOODY INFANTRY By David Icke Oh hello lad, Nice of you to come, To fight for king and country, You are a hero, son. Now let's have a look at you, Just say "ahhh" and cough, Yes, that's fine, I'll sign the form, You're ready for the off. (In fact he's got a problem, Something not quite right, But I have to close my eyes to that, We have a war to fight. I have to say that he can go, Even when there's doubt, I have to send them down the line, Get them kitted out.) So off they go to Normandy, Verdun or the Somme, Bits of kids and fathers, Fodder for a bomb. And fodder for the generals, With their master plans, The educated idiots, With blood upon their hands. Wam! bang!, wam! bang,! bang! Bloody hell, hit the ground. Screech! Capow! Their bodies never found. Each a grim statistic, Each a telegram. Your loved one killed in action. He was a hero, ma'am. And by way of compensation, we have a pension here for you, To help you bring the kids up, To help to see you through. (We don't tell her it's a pittance, That she'll never see her husband's grave. That he's no longer any use to us, When we have the world to save. And what of the survivors, With broken body, Broken mind? When they come home from battle, What justice do they find? Right, move along now, I have so much to do, I have a lot to see today, Can't spend much time with you. Now you say you've been acting funny, Since you came back home from war. That everytime you close your eyes, You re-live the hell you saw. You say you seem to drink a lot, That you've tried to take your life, You say you're unemployable, Depend upon your wife. Well I have to say I'm sorry, The answer must be no. We can't pay you compensation, I can't bend the rules you know. It's clear you have a problem. You may even be insane. But you cannot prove to me, It was caused at Alamein. But its no good you complaining, We all we all made a sacrifice, You'll try to make the best of it, If you ask for my advice. It could have been much worse, you know. After all we won. Like I told you years ago, You are a hero, son.