photo credits http:/www.fire-horse.co.uk
This really is a song but the words are true poetry. I have always loved it as a poem. It holds as true today as it did in 22 September 1980 when it was released as a single. It tells of the grief of a mother receiving the body of her young son who has been killed in action. Her heart is torn in two and she feel guilty for not stopping him from joining up ( as if she could of stopped him) .
She berates herself for the things he could of been, could of done , the marriage he could of had , the grandchildren and his life. …….. Waste all waste as I have always said time and time again! War is waste!
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Catherine “Kate” Bush (born 30 July 1958)is an English singer-songwriter, musician and record producer. Her eclectic musical style and idiosyncratic vocal style have made her one of the United Kingdom’s most successful solo female performers of the past 30 years.
In 1978, at the age of 19, Bush topped the UK Singles Chart for four weeks with her debut single “Wuthering Heights“, becoming the first woman to have a UK number one with a self-written song.
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THE PHOTOS I HAVE USED ARE FROM THE INTERNET AND THE PHOTO OF THE YOUNG SOLDIER IS NOT RELATED TO THE PHOTO OF THE COFFIN RETURNING HOME
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Our little army boy
Is coming home from b.f.p.o.
I’ve a bunch of purple flowers
To decorate a mammy’s hero.
photo credits http://www.bbc.co.uk/newsbeat/12466155
Mourning in the aerodrome,
The weather warmer, he is colder.
Four men in uniform
To carry home my little soldier.
“what could he do?
Should have been a rock star.”
But he didn’t have the money for a guitar.
“what could he do?
Should have been a politician.”
But he never had a proper education.
“what could he do?
Should have been a father.”
But he never even made it to his twenties.
What a waste —
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Tears o’er a tin box.
Oh, jesus christ, he wasn’t to know,
Like a chicken with a fox,
He couldn’t win the war with ego.
Give the kid the pick of pips,
And give him all your stripes and ribbons.
Now he’s sitting in his hole,
He might as well have buttons and bows.
“what could he do?
Should have been a rock star.”
But he didn’t have the money for a guitar.
“what could he do?
Should have been a politician.”
But he never had a proper education.
“what could he do?
Should have been a father.”
But he never even made it to his twenties.
photo credits http://www.guardian.co.uk/uk/
What a waste —
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of
Army dreamers.
Ooh, what a waste of all that
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers,
Army dreamers, oh…
Poetry Challenge #7 is to create a journal of links and your reactions to poems by established (living or dead poets.) Details are here. Example response is here. Mr. Linky for Challenge #7 is directly below:
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