STING - Children's Crusade lyrics

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Young men, soldiers, nineteen fourteen<br>Marching through countries they’d never seen<br>Virgins with rifles, a game of charades<br>All for a children’s crusade<br><br>Pawns in the game are not victims of chance<br>Strewn on the fields of belgium and france<br>Poppies for young men, death’s bitter trade<br>All of those young lives betrayed<br><br>The children of england would never be slaves<br>They’re trapped on the wire and dying in waves<br>The flower of england face down in the mud<br>And stained in the blood of a whole generation<br><br>Corpulent generals safe behind lines<br>History’s lessons drowned in red wine<br>Poppies for young men, death’s bitter trade<br>All of those young lives betrayed<br>All for a children’s crusade<br><br>The children of england would never be slaves<br>They’re trapped on the wire and dying in waves<br>The flower of england face down in the mud<br>And stained in the blood of a whole generation<br><br>Midnight in soho, nineteen eighty-four<br>Fixing in doorways, opium slaves<br>Poppies for young men, such bitter trade<br>All of those young lives betrayed<br>All for a children’s crusade