They lost their sons
Some one hunderd years ago
Or some more
They lost their sons
Some six hunderd thousands
And some more
Or did they lose us ?
‘Cause when I say
I care for you
When I fear
I do not want to lose you
My son
I realize
How ridiculously small we are
How privileged we are
In these muddy fields
Having the chance to live in peace
Thanks to all their sons
They lost their sons
Six hunderd thousand
Or some more
Why should we spent our lives
Conquering a ridiculous piece of mud
Why should we sell their soul
Piece by piece by piece by piece
Without peace untill they reach six hunderd of thousands
Of bloody money
We lost our sons
Or did they lose us ?
Vote them out
The Lord Warriors
Kick them out
The unconscious merchants of the temple
Palingbeek Ieper
18.11.18
