The theatre of war



(The Show)



The narrative.


Good day all you dear gentlemen
We welcome you to the big show
So may I take the honor?
And lead you to your row.


I do hope you like our seating arrangements
We’ve provided the best without doubt
And it’s assumed that you have read the introduction
Explaining what the shows all about.


Please remember when the curtain rises
It’s forbidden to use the exit door
Your weapons are located under your seats
So welcome my friends to the theatre of war.




(The song of reasons)


War is evil
War is good
War is a leveler
Misunderstood.


When you see the people die
Involuntary suicide
They can run but they can’t hide
And winners never close their eyes.


War is progress
War is decline
War is a profit
And war is a shrine


The slaughter carves names on the stones
Then broken down to build new homes
War brings death and then new life
The dove of peace lies on the knife.


War brings ratings
On TV
War brings advancements
Kill in 3D


Hi Tec weapons to help the kill
Don’t see the victim but get the thrill
In mass destruction there is no blame
Victors come out on computer game




(The enemies chant)


Narrative.


As the moisture rises above the grassed swampland that lays shrouded in a vale of mist, swans break surface to the call of a new dawn.


Eastwards lays in the direction of the home fire burning, northwards lays unknown destiny, beyond sight but not beyond the senses.


New days dawn, but in the land of the fallen, it’s only the spirits of the past that rise to greet there new residents.



(The voice of mocking)


Voice: Can you hear them?
Can you smell their fear?
Can you breathe their foolishness?
Can you see them armed only in their righteousness?
The battle they shall receive
And the grave they will reap
A thousand tears will flow on this ground
And darkness they will keep.




(Freddie’s Dilemma)


I see so many men in amour - coming over hills
Riding shining motorbikes - with blades upon their wheels


At the front is canon fodder - with bullets in their swords
Wearing broken crosses - and advancing in their hordes


I want to call my orders – but my words not coming out
Very soon they’re on us - and I don’t think I can shout


My archers they start firing – rockets flying through the air
I think they hit their targets – but I’ve no time to stare


I don’t think I like war now -- this seems all too real
My dream is playing tricks - -and I want another deal


I want to find the exit - but was told I’m not allowed
So I’ll have to take this weapon - and my wife to take her shroud.




(The battle begins)


My time has come
And I must fight
To defend my life
Be it wrong or right


To claim my prize
In this theatre of war
To make orphans and widows
In exchange for the door


War allows no fear
But teaches righteousness
So if you’re killed
Your close your eyes blessed.


I can’t fight with prayer?
What can that achieve
To fight while praying
And be deceived.


I just came for a show
Not a theatre of war
Please let me go
Please open the door.




(Freddie’s conclusion)


I'm going home
My flame is burning out
A cloud now rests upon my eyes
But I still hear people shout


For some they fade into defeat
And others into victory
But the consequences are of no cost
For a spectator just like me


Anonymous bullets with piercing sound
Approach with eerie melody
And embrace this victim as I kiss the ground
As I now end my own symphony


Tasting the motion of the recoil
As once more I return back to the soil
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust
As the generals taste victory mixed with lust


I remember a myth of a man who died
Who hung on a cross with a spear in his side?
Clutching at images in my imagination
Heart beating fast as I seek salvation


I’m going home but don’t know the way
But the ferry mans been paid and he says it’s ok
Will this world every say that I fought like a man
For the greater of mankind and the blood of the lamb


I going home like a lamb to the slaughter
To miss the sweet kiss of my wife and my daughter
Remembering the warmth of my mothers arms
Who gave for my journey this lucky charm?


No more sweet wine of scented days
And the meadow grass in the evening haze
Not one more rainbow or flake of snow
Or the gentle sound of the river flow


Instead I fall fighting in the fields of the Lord
You reap what you sow and I die by the sword
Will the world ever say that I fought like a man?
For the peace of mankind - my blood spilt on this land


I’m going home because I fought like a man
For the peace of mankind and the blood of the land.

Well written..

ditto very good write

Thankyou both who would like to be my manager!!!