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Bring 'em On

 

 

Bring ‘em on, said he
And another soldier died.
Bring ‘em on, said he,
And another mother cried.


Bring ‘em on, said he
A nation cast aside,
Bring ‘em on, said he,
This is the end of the ride.

Cast aways, foreign lands,
Another cries, torn off hands.
When are we going home,
I don’t know when,
Or how, or if we can….. ever again.

 

Anonymous 2004

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