March of the grave
by Chris D., Unknown News
Aug. 3, 2007
Forgive me if it seems insulting to pen a funeral dirge, sung to the tune of a children's ditty, to capture the ever-increasing death toll and senselessly repetitive nature of the War on Terror...
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The Dead went marching one by one
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching one by one
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching one by one,
each a daughter, each a son
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching two by two
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching two by two
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching two by two,
it did not matter Red or Blue
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching three by three
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching three by three
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching three by three,
forced by false Democracy
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching four by four
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching four by four
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching four by four,
off to fight a Liar's War
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching five by five
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching five by five
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching five by five,
and though we prayed they'd return alive
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching six by six
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching six by six
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching six by six,
sent across the River Styx
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching seven by seven
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching seven by seven
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching seven by seven,
both friend and foe at the promise of Heaven
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching eight by eight
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching eight by eight
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching eight by eight,
we did not fight to change their fate
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
The Dead went marching nine by nine
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching nine by nine
Hoorah, hoorah
The Dead went marching nine by nine,
fed the same old tired line
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
Then the Survivors came back ten by ten
Hoorah, hoorah
The Survivors came back ten by ten
Hoorah, HOORAH!
The Survivors came back to family and friends
but then were forced to march again
They're all buried now,
in the ground, where they're free from pain
They're all buried now.
© by the author.
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