Marching into town they came,
Bringing fear, dread
Snatching fathers, brothers, sons,
Never to be seen again
Red, blood and sacrifice,
The colour of despair,
Robbing fathers, brothers, sons,
Desperately sorrowful tears
Gunshots screech,
They slice through air,
Stealing fathers, brothers, sons,
Young lads, it isn’t fair
Wives at home,
They yearned, links broke,
Seizing fathers, brothers, sons,
Invisible behind smoke
Mud, illness and cold,
Only three words they knew,
Abducting fathers, brothers, sons,
Away their souls flew
Luring them into the game,
‘Your Country Needs You, ’ they said,
Commandeering fathers, brothers, sons,
Disguising what lay ahead.
Jaya Jaspal
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