I had a brother who went to war,
Went though he’d not been before
He didn’t know then on that day
That he would always stay away

A bullet on it’s deadly path
Cut short his youthful hearty laugh
He fell there in that filthy sand
And died there as I held his hand

A Brother taken from his friends
A soldiers lot that never ends
Just another politicians tool
Signed to serve, the bloody fool.