Old Ways, Who Pays ?
(Soldier’s Lament) ©

Since I first came here, you have cursed my fame,
for I brought hope where only tyrants reigned,
now for our reward, you decry our name.

At first we gave out sweets and children came,
fetching brothers whose lost faith was regained,
since I first came here, you have cursed my fame.

When in killing troubles, where kinfolk maim,
you took to murder, like it was ingrained,
now for our reward, you decry our name.

Had I the wisdom or the heart to blame,
I would try your patience with streets blood stained,
since I first came here, you have cursed my fame.

Insurgence, politics, part of the game,
disunited Nations their plans distained,
now for our reward, you decry our name.

The hope is gone in false flags, faithless flame,
guns and the bombs blast, whilst the moon has waned,
since I first came here, you have cursed my fame,
now for our reward, you decry our name.