Lost In Translation

 

I was there to help you

when you needed my advice,

I faced my brothers bullets -

was prepared to pay the price

of ostracism

in my fathers land

because I fought for justice

and decided to make a stand

against the corrupt message

of the terrorist breed.

I wanted to scourge my land

of their demon seed.

 

So I stood at checkpoints

and went into the streets,

I told you what they said

in those barbaric meet and greets.

You said I’d be looked after

and my family would be too

so I signed up for Queen and Country

just like real soldiers do.

But now that you have gone

and I’m left here all alone

I cannot find the safety

in the places I called home.

 

It seems the price of honour

is to be left and forgotten,

to fend for yourself

as though you’re something rotten.

The blood is on your hands

when they come in the night

and kill my family and friends

for me helping in your fight.

I thought I’d agreed a pact

with the most trustworthy of nation.

I guess what we were saying

was just lost in translation.