The merchants of the temple

 

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

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