Hand me back my old bronze spear
To hold in battle, up close, no fear
I'll look my enemy right in his eye
If I kill I'll watch him die.
Fashion me a worn hide shield,
Bear me home if I die in field.
Get me off this computer chair,
Spared of misery, bombs here, bombs there.
The fight in battle I want to see,
The man I'm fighting, is important to me.
I'm not hiding, life's not fair,
But it shames our core, to live in terror.
