When the wheels of unjust war roll in,
we are the thorns which prick your lying skin.
The sand in the gears of your war machine,
the eyes which see through your smokescreen.
Brave freedom fighters, proud partisans,
valiant saviours of our once great land.
The fifth column.
All the lies you sowed as truths will out,
mighty oaks from little seeds of doubt.
Feel/Reap the fierce whirlwind of your high treason.
We’ll drink deep and savour the taste of freedom.
Like a cancer mutating good to rotten,
We’ll cut you down,
We’ll burn you out.
Your names erased and forgotten.
©11.9.2018 Andrew Robert Chapman
valiant saviours of our homeland.
All the lies you’ve sown as truths will grow