Forgotten Sons

Armalite, street lights, night sights
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
Death in the shadows he’ll maim you, he’ll wound you, he’ll kill you
For a long forgotten cause, on not so foreign shores
Boys baptized in war, boys baptized in war

Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags
Your girl has married your best friend, loves end, poison pen
Your flesh will always creep, tossing turning sleep
The wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep

Your mother sits on the edge of the world
When the cameras start to roll,
Panoramic viewpoint resurrect the killing fold
Your father drains another beer, he’s one of the few that cares
Crawling behind a Saracen’s hull from the safety of his living room chair

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons

And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the Tricolor
I must fear evil, for I am but mortal and mortals can only die
Asking questions, pleading answers
From the nameless faceless watchers
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall

Who orders desecration, mutilation
Verbal masturbation in the guarded bureaucratic wombs
Minister, Minister care for your children
Order them not into damnation
To eliminate those who would trespass against you
For whose is the kingdom, the power, the glory for ever and ever

Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen

Halt who goes there
Approach friend

You’re just another coffin, on its way down the Emerald Isle
When your children’s stony glances mourn
Your death in a terrorist’s smile
The bomber’s arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Alley sings with shrapnel detonate a temporary hell

Forgotten sons, forgotten sons

From the dole queue to the regiment a profession in a flash
But remember, Monday signings went from door to door you dash
On the news a nation mourns you unknown soldier count the cost
For a second you’ll be famous but labeled posthumous

Forgotten son, forgotten son, forgotten son, forgotten son
They’re still forgotten, they’re still, still forgotten
Peace on earth and mercy mild, Mother Brown has lost her child
Just another forgotten son


Marillion – Forgotten Sons Lyrics

Written in the eighties about Northern Ireland, change a few words and just as relevant to Iraq, Afghanistan etc

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