He is that man who sent young men to die <br />In battle underneath a foreign sky <br />And wars are never won if lives are lost <br />In human life how can one count the cost. <br /> <br />He is that man who led the big parade <br />And to him went the victory accolade <br />The men who died for him are now forgot <br />And he the hero never fired one shot. <br /> <br />He is that man with hair of silvery gray <br />A hero then a hero still today <br />He took the fame the honour and the pride <br />And many young men for his ego died. <br /> <br />He is that man who with his wife on sunday <br />Go to the house of God to kneel and pray <br />But still the taint of sin with him will stay <br />Of young lives lost for him so far away. <br /> <br />The hurt of loss with mothers will remain <br />Due to this man who caused such grief and pain <br />He sent their sons beyond the sea to die <br />In battle underneath a foreign sky. <br /> <br />He is that man with hair of silvery gray <br />A hero then a hero still today <br />The men who died for him are now forgot <br />And he the hero never fired one shot.<br /><br />Francis Duggan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-is-that-man/
