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HOW TRUE
A Land No Longer Fit For Heroes
by
Anon
They gave me a D Day Medal
But what it brings to mind,
That they should strike another
For those we left behind.
Not just our mates in graves afar,
But wives and dads and mothers,
The girl from round the corner
Our sisters and our brothers.
They worked from early morning
And all through the night,
Defied the might of Hitler’s bombs
To help us win that fight.
A land that’s fit for heroes?
Oh what a load of mugs,
All we finished up with
Is a land that's filled with thugs.
These brave lads go out at night
To win their accolades,
Robbing all the poor old souls
And beating up old maids.
The judges sitting on the bench
When they hear the news,
Say - "Oh you naughty little boys"
And send them on a cruise.
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