Mans Inhuman

Mans Inhuman

The General stands swagger stick tucked under starched sleeve.
Twisting his moustache, he points to a trench on a map.
"Over the top at dawn tomorrow"
He doesn't care for statistics or the fact that 19000 men died today following the same tactic.

The line must fall
He is playing chess on a huge blackboard.
He cannot hear the screams or see the flashes of the guns.
He does not know about the shattering bones or care about the hospital tent full of dead and dying Tommies.

Cameron's Tv face is on
Lights flash and cameras roll
"Mission accomplished"
As Afghanistan spirals down, a return to terror.
Second class status once more for its women
Death for those who want an education.

Tell to the veteran with no arms and no legs
That there is a price worth paying
That we have achieved our goals
The home made government wait to flee to Switzerland.

The weed of the Taliban waits to regain control over the garden
To push back into the sea the ideology we brought.
The American/British alliance, as the Russians afore is forgotten and ignored.

The German wins the header, in his trench boots, leaping at full stretch
Shoots and the ball somehow goes into the goal, 
Bobbling past the keeper with the bad arm.
The Germans hug and clap.
The English defender smiles and throws his cap to the floor in mock disgust

It is cold and frosty and today is Christmas day 
They play football, man with fellow man.
They care nought for nation or creed
For tomorrow they die......