I am not he, nor master, nor lord <br />No crown to wear, no cross to bear in stations <br />I am not he, nor shall be, warlord of nations <br />These heroes have run before me, now dead upon the flesh piles, see? <br />Waiting for their promised resurrection, there is none <br />Nothing but the marker, crown or cross <br />In stone upon these graves <br />Promise of the ribbon was all it took <br />Where only the strap would leave it's mark upon these slaves <br />What flag to thrust into this flesh, rag, bandage, <br />Mop in their flowing death <br />Taken aside, they were pointed a way, for god, queen and country <br />Now in silence they lie <br />They ran before these masters, children of sorrow <br />As slaves to that trilogy they had no future <br />They believed in democracy, freedom of speech <br />Yet dead on the flesh piles I hear no breath <br />I hear no hope, no whisper of faith <br />From those who have died for some others' privilege <br />Out from your palaces, princes and queens <br />Out from your churches, you clergy, you christs <br />I'll neither live nor die for your dreams <br />I'll make no subscription to your paradise (less)
