Fighting for Queen and country
Salaams All, this poem is written from the perspective of a Non-Muslim soldier who is part of the occupation army in Muslim lands.
For queen and country
Fighting against the enemy
Those opposed to our beliefs and ideology
Planning deadly attacks against our home territory
Hence we invade
And consolidate
Our colonial outposts once more
Like before
The enemy is invisible
But has views which are incompatible
With Secular Democracy
Wants to take the world back to the dark ages
For centuries
So we fight for queen and country
Against the evil enemy
Whose weapon is terror and mayhem
The enemy attacks constantly
Landmines and fatalities
We suffer constantly
While they disappear
And hide, but only to re-appear
Hitting us when we least expect it
And filling us with fear
Our casualties mount and increase
While re-enforcements arrive slowly
The dead make the news
And affect public views
While the wounded are hidden and ignored
Because they are an economic burden
And not good for morale
The public back home
See us as a source of shame
The reason why they are targets
For reciprocal and retaliatory attacks
And want us back
They no longer believe the lies and fiction
Which are spun by the media and politicians
Sometimes I wonder
Whilst watching my comrades get buried under
Why the natives hate us
And support the insurgents
No longer wave
Or see us as brave
Are we not the heroes and liberators
Freeing them from the evil Islamists ?
They see us as invaders
Colonisers, rapists, murderers
Looters and imperialists
And hence they fight and resist
For Allah and their hearafter
Continuing the war of attrition
To see who gives up first
And the way things are going
Seems we’ll be returning
Either in a coffin or
Tails between our legs
Salaams All, this poem is written from the perspective of a Non-Muslim soldier who is part of the occupation army in Muslim lands.
For queen and country
Fighting against the enemy
Those opposed to our beliefs and ideology
Planning deadly attacks against our home territory
Hence we invade
And consolidate
Our colonial outposts once more
Like before
The enemy is invisible
But has views which are incompatible
With Secular Democracy
Wants to take the world back to the dark ages
For centuries
So we fight for queen and country
Against the evil enemy
Whose weapon is terror and mayhem
The enemy attacks constantly
Landmines and fatalities
We suffer constantly
While they disappear
And hide, but only to re-appear
Hitting us when we least expect it
And filling us with fear
Our casualties mount and increase
While re-enforcements arrive slowly
The dead make the news
And affect public views
While the wounded are hidden and ignored
Because they are an economic burden
And not good for morale
The public back home
See us as a source of shame
The reason why they are targets
For reciprocal and retaliatory attacks
And want us back
They no longer believe the lies and fiction
Which are spun by the media and politicians
Sometimes I wonder
Whilst watching my comrades get buried under
Why the natives hate us
And support the insurgents
No longer wave
Or see us as brave
Are we not the heroes and liberators
Freeing them from the evil Islamists ?
They see us as invaders
Colonisers, rapists, murderers
Looters and imperialists
And hence they fight and resist
For Allah and their hearafter
Continuing the war of attrition
To see who gives up first
And the way things are going
Seems we’ll be returning
Either in a coffin or
Tails between our legs