He likes the tales and legends,
The mighty deeds of yore
How he strode across the century
And wrote his own folklore.
They praised his deeds in sagas,
Adventures told in song,
Proud, heroic stanzas
Of the Terrible and the Strong.
We used the Russians for roulette,
The dogs we had to train,
We needed target practise
But peasants feel no pain.
The mothers of the Disappeared,
Their voices now subliminal,
Standing by the graveside
Of the unknown war criminal.
Behind the Iron Curtain,
Behind the barbed-wire fence,
What untold deeds of chivalry
Might spring to his defence?
Those girls were asking for it.
They were just the spoils of war.
The daughter of the enemy
Is no better than a whore.
And that old crippled lady
Some people thought it twisted
She didn't need her valuables
She shouldn't have resisted.
She couldn't take it with her.
She didn't own the lease
On all her prize possessions.
It was a merciful release.
The names, the dates, the places,
Forgotten and invisible
Record a fitting monument
To the unknown war criminal.
And after the atrocities
We made a decent home.
The houses were all vacant.
The owners were unknown.
The universal soldier,
The unsung common man,
How many stabbed a neighbours back
And took away his land?
In the fog of war his mighty deeds
Were difficult to determine;
Who was friend and who was foe,
Who was Russian, who was German.
The names, the dates, the places,
Forgotten and invisible
Record a fitting monument
To the unknown war criminal.
We were just obeying orders.
We couldn't disobey.
I didn't know no better.
It wasn't me, anyway!
And now the unknown soldier
Prefers to remain unknown,
To read heroic poetry
And never to atone.
The names, the dates, the places,
Forgotten and invisible
Record a fitting monument
To the unknown war criminal.
The mighty deeds of yore
How he strode across the century
And wrote his own folklore.
They praised his deeds in sagas,
Adventures told in song,
Proud, heroic stanzas
Of the Terrible and the Strong.
We used the Russians for roulette,
The dogs we had to train,
We needed target practise
But peasants feel no pain.
The mothers of the Disappeared,
Their voices now subliminal,
Standing by the graveside
Of the unknown war criminal.
Behind the Iron Curtain,
Behind the barbed-wire fence,
What untold deeds of chivalry
Might spring to his defence?
Those girls were asking for it.
They were just the spoils of war.
The daughter of the enemy
Is no better than a whore.
And that old crippled lady
Some people thought it twisted
She didn't need her valuables
She shouldn't have resisted.
She couldn't take it with her.
She didn't own the lease
On all her prize possessions.
It was a merciful release.
The names, the dates, the places,
Forgotten and invisible
Record a fitting monument
To the unknown war criminal.
And after the atrocities
We made a decent home.
The houses were all vacant.
The owners were unknown.
The universal soldier,
The unsung common man,
How many stabbed a neighbours back
And took away his land?
In the fog of war his mighty deeds
Were difficult to determine;
Who was friend and who was foe,
Who was Russian, who was German.
The names, the dates, the places,
Forgotten and invisible
Record a fitting monument
To the unknown war criminal.
We were just obeying orders.
We couldn't disobey.
I didn't know no better.
It wasn't me, anyway!
And now the unknown soldier
Prefers to remain unknown,
To read heroic poetry
And never to atone.
The names, the dates, the places,
Forgotten and invisible
Record a fitting monument
To the unknown war criminal.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/2/18 - 13:18
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