Sting - Children's Crusade Lyrics
Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteenMarching through countries theyd never seenVirgins with rifles, a game of charadesAll for a childrens crusadePawns in the game are not victims of chanceStrewn on the fields of belgium and francePoppies for young men, deaths bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedThe children of england would never be slavesTheyre trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of england face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generationCorpulent generals safe behind linesHistorys lessons drowned in red winePoppies for young men, deaths bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a childrens crusadeThe children of england would never be slavesTheyre trapped on the wire and dying in wavesThe flower of england face down in the mudAnd stained in the blood of a whole generationMidnight in soho, nineteen eighty-fourFixing in doorways, opium slavesPoppies for young men, such bitter tradeAll of those young lives betrayedAll for a childrens crusade
