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Children's crusade

by Sting

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Young men, soldiers, Nineteen Fourteen
Marching through countries they´d never seen
Virgins with rifles, a game of charades
All for a Children´s Crusade

Pawns in the game are not victims of chance
Strewn on the fields of Belgium and France
Poppies for young men, death´s bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed

The children of England would never be slaves
They´re trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Corpulent generals safe behind lines
History´s lessons drowned in red wine
Poppies for young men, death´s bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a Children´s Crusade

The children of England would never be slaves
They´re trapped on the wire and dying in waves
The flower of England face down in the mud
And stained in the blood of a whole generation

Midnight in Soho, Nineteen Eighty-four
Fixing in doorways, opium slaves
Poppies for young men, such bitter trade
All of those young lives betrayed
All for a Children´s Crusade
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