Chris Leermakers

(13/10/1974 / Melbourne, Australia)

The REAL ILL


Our Men And Women Put Their Hands Up
Hands Up All Over The World
Hands Up High To Defend Our Lands
Defend Our Freedoms...And Our Lives
Yeah Also Our Cries

They Are Now Returning Home
Some Hurt And Broken
Some Dead, And Some Hoping
But Most Have Now Just Awoken
Yeah Now They Have Spoken:

Many Lives, Yeah Many Lies
Lost And Destroyed
A Lot Of Our 'Real' Targets Were Just Plain Missing
Just Someones Evil Imagination
Yeah So Many Lives, So Many Lies
But Not Near Enough Real Cries

Some Of Our Orders Just Seemed Fake
Yeah Just Like They Came Out Of A Cake
Yeah Like Plastic, And Some Just Outright Spastic
We Would, Yeah We Still Will
Kill For Our Freedoms
But Only For The Right Reasons
Not More And No More For Those
Yeah Those Manipulating, Deceiving Little Flies
Yeah No More For All These Desecrating And Deadly Lies

When They Return
Some Things Are Never The Same
Nothing Is Really Returned
Back To Them
Sometimes Just Blame
And None Are Looking For
Any Fame
Yeah None, No More Are Looking To Play
Their Evil Master's Game
Some Families Get Nothing
Or Nothing The Same, Nothing To Gain
Just A Blood Stained Flag
Yeah Just A Burnt Flag
Yeah Some Things Are Never Again
The Same

All Were Just Stars Awaiting
Awaiting To Make Their Country, Their Family Proud
Yeah All Were Stars Just Waiting
To Wave Their Flag Celebrating
Yeah Sorry, But Now All They See Is The Truth
Yeah Now Their All, All Just Stars
And Scars
Yeah Scars On A Bleeding Flag
Scars On A Burning Flag

All Took Oaths To Defend Our Countries
From All Enemies: Foreign And Domestic
After The Innocent Blood Seen
Yeah After The Innocent Blood Spills
Yeah Now - All Knowing Their Own Leaders Are The Ill
Yeah Own Leaders: The Real Enemy, Own Leaders Are The Real Kill
Own Leaders: The Real True 'Missing' Targets
Yeah This Time It Is No One's Imagination
But Just In Those Living In Damnation
Yeah Our Own Leaders, We Won't Forget The Real Ill
Yeah We Will Never Forget The Huge Hole
Yeah The Huge Hole You Tried So Hard To Fill...

Submitted: Thursday, April 25, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, June 10, 2014

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

This Poem Is Inspired By And Dedicated To All The Armed Forces (And Their Families) Around The World, Who Already Have and Still Are Risking Everything For The Rest Of Us And Their Own Lands. Many Of You Were Not Treated With Any Respect While Serving And After Returning Home Especially From Your Leaders/Governments. A Lot Of You Now Know You Have Been Lied To Greatly By The Powers That Be Regarding Why You Were Deployed In Certain Parts Of The World In The First Place. This Poem Is Meant To Inspire Strength Amongst The Armed Forces, Not Hate. Hate Is Only Aimed At The Corrupt 'Elite'- The Powers That Be or 'The Men Behind The Curtain'.

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