Empty Minds Filled With Pride Poem by Mark Heathcote

Brainwashed boasting of a nation's crime.
Each is as naked as the other.
Bereft wearing an army tin helmet and a standard-issue watch.
Counting their last few seconds on Earth before they all coil off.
Lying on their crotch

Empty minds filled with pride
Naked-to-a-suit,
Blown up without good cause.
See their body's falling
In a blood-scared land of fear
See their body's falling
Hear them call. Hear them calling...
'Who's the master' of my fate? '
And why do I wait?
And why do I want
And why do I wait?
And why do I want to die?

Oh, and bring me a white flag
To wash the blood from my face
And bring me a virgin of
saving grace
And let love be the price.
I said, Let love be the price.
Oh, let love be the price for peace.

But their bodies keep on keep-on-falling
Like seeds to the ground
But those seeds will never sow.
Those seeds will never grow.
Life is what you make of it.
So don't go breaking...
Your dreams of love
Your dreams of love.