Colin F. Jones

WE, THE CIVILIANS

So you saw your young men die in battle,
While my children died at home,
Did you see our children like herds of cattle,
Burnt to their very bone?
Did you see the bombs my grandma saw,
While you crouched in your trench?
And how many people rent and raw;
Did you smell the horrid stench?
So now you cry you bold brave men,
Who went away to war,
What did most of you see there then,
That we civilians never saw?
So weep you heroes for your selves,
‘Cause we can’t weep no more.