Let my medals lie

For what I once fought for,
And for what brave men died,
Through the horror of war,
When the young widows cried,
Has all been foresaken,
And it all seems inane,
When good men were taken,
And I only feel shame.

There is blood in the sand,
Where we struggled that day,
There was blood on our hand,
But you gave it away,
We won the attack,
And free we’d remain,
But you handed it back,
And I only feel shame.

A Shame, that my England,
Is no longer free,
A Shame, that men died,
For a lost liberty,
A  Shame, that the ghosts,
Who watch over this,
Will witness our hosts,
The conspirators kiss.

Leave my medals there,
With my memories proud,
Leave me to my despair,
Of the heroes avowed,
To defend England’s shore,
Against all foe who came,
I’ll not look any more,
Now I only feel shame.

Mick.