It’s Christmas 19 and 14
And I’ve been fighting two months
In what they’ve called
The Great War
And the horrors I’ve known
In these trenches
No man should know
And certainly no boy.
But yesterday
We awoke to the Germans
Singing old carols
We all know so well
And we joined them
In song and in greetings
And we met in the middle
Were many friends fell
And we exchanged
Simple gifts with each other
I got some tobacco
And a nice German schnapps
And a game of football
Was played there
In the cold bloodied soil
They call no man’s land.
And it got me to thinking
The enemy is not here
Killing and dying
Tired and scared
But the ones who have sent us
Those who’ll never know war
Those who sent off their children
They’re the ones we should kill.
Well it’s Christmas 19 and 14
And I just met some boys they want me to kill
It’s Christmas 19 and 14
Too small a break from this terrible hell.
Well it’s Christmas 19 and 14
And I just met some boys they want me to kill
It’s Christmas 19 and 14
Too short a peace in this terrible hell.
And I’ve been fighting two months
In what they’ve called
The Great War
And the horrors I’ve known
In these trenches
No man should know
And certainly no boy.
But yesterday
We awoke to the Germans
Singing old carols
We all know so well
And we joined them
In song and in greetings
And we met in the middle
Were many friends fell
And we exchanged
Simple gifts with each other
I got some tobacco
And a nice German schnapps
And a game of football
Was played there
In the cold bloodied soil
They call no man’s land.
And it got me to thinking
The enemy is not here
Killing and dying
Tired and scared
But the ones who have sent us
Those who’ll never know war
Those who sent off their children
They’re the ones we should kill.
Well it’s Christmas 19 and 14
And I just met some boys they want me to kill
It’s Christmas 19 and 14
Too small a break from this terrible hell.
Well it’s Christmas 19 and 14
And I just met some boys they want me to kill
It’s Christmas 19 and 14
Too short a peace in this terrible hell.
Contributed by Dq82 - 2017/8/25 - 10:00
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A Good Old Fashioned Protest
This is a protest against war. It is also a protest against and comment on a number of other ills.
It is a protest for unity, compassion, reason, action, and love.
I lend my voice to the chorus of voices around the world calling for a peaceful, humane, respectful, enlightened tomorrow.