Malayan Melodrama

 

Rattle, sputter, crackle and stutter

Lewis guns and Brens all around

Bofors, mortars, ack-ack barrage

Help to swell the hellish sound

 

Overhead the Nippons war planes

Fill the sky with angry roars

Lie down flat you silly bleeders

This is what the world calls war

 

Men upon their bellies creeping

Through the rubber and the palm

Hungry dry bereft of sleeping

Knowing not a moments calm

 

Wading through marsh and swampland

Clothing stiff with mud and gore

On they go these helpless victims

Victims of the Gods of war

 

All around the men are dying

Fathers, brothers, husbands, sons

Some are dead and some are dying

Victims all of bombs and guns

 

Gasping groaning crying and moaning

Is this nature in the raw

No it's simply bloody murder

History books just call it war

 

Bleached and bloated stinking corpses

Lie unburied all around

Ants and flies and loathsome maggots

Use them for a breeding ground

 

They have died to save an Empire

Don't for God's sake ask what for

They were simply slain and butchered

In a Democratic war

 

While at home in Sendens (?) clubland

See ticker tapes flash in

Sharp declines united rubber

Down 10 points Malayan tin

 

Damn it I shall lose a packet

Lucky I've got plenty more

Waiter bring a double brandy

Yes! My Master this is war

 


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