The Ballad Of A Guilty Conscience?

I just gave the orders,
Not caring how or why;
After all, it wasn’t me who going to die.
I just watched from faraway
Whilst the blood was spilled,
It didn’t bother me
how many would be killed.
I saw television pictures of the child without a home
Her mother lying in the road,
And yet, I said to kill as many as they could.
The bayonet lunged forward
Its victim falls to ground;
But I the politician am nowhere to be found.
In my little office
Safe and sound I sit,
A trifle worried, but it’s too late now; once the fuse is lit!
And all that young blood
Flowing in the gutter,
Many angry men, but I hear no words they utter.
I just gave the orders,
Not caring how or why;
After all, it wasn’t me who going to die.
©Rosewing