THE HERD - Apocalypta lyrics

rate me

The command came 'hold your fire'

And if I ever meet that man I'll ask him why

We were put on standby while the scenario got dire.

Peace keeper with no teeth, can enforce no peace,

Just becomes an eye-witness to grief

Number of times I wish to leave.

Couldn't believe that we were here,

For nothing more then the lip service,

Nothing more then the empires service, Trigger finger, oh so nervous.

Number of times I almost let the bullets go,

The footage shows, that they approached the check point

With hands raised in civilian clothes.

Vince did shoot and he went home

Awaiting an inquest, who's to know,

If the punishment could be worse

Than his own thoughts when he's all alone.

And I wish he could of been here,

When we really needed a shooter.

We stood by and watched as the town we protected, Was pillages raped and looted.

We were ham-strung,

The commands come from HQ,

And blood on the hands was the last thing the they wanted to report,

The politicians that they answered to.

So what am I supposed to do?

Why am I here? Dying of fear

That the faces staring up at me will continue to appear.

In the dreams that wake me up in fits of sweats, And all the counsellor has said

Won't let me forget about Szrebrenica yet.

overnight trucks in convoy

big red cross on the side and the back

escorted by two junior officers

on the off chance they'd be attacked

on a private contract

roads a gauntlet

trouble none yet reported

guards will get a little commission

when we bribe the soldiers when we reach the border

now he's got medical supplies for a refugee camp

humanitarian mission

held up a week at customs

took over a month to ship from Switzerland

he knows nobody will listen

even as the burials start increasing

so he keeps the frustration under wraps

he's seen that it's self-defeating

and though he joined up to make a difference

good intentions can turn out vicious

as they helplessly provide aid

to camps of disbanded militias

they've got cachets of illegal arms

hidden away in the countryside

former colonial rulers ensure

they get yet more clandestine supplies

he's seen aid workers broken down

to a shell of their former selves

'til they're not so afraid of death 'cos

they've already seen hell

and the danger pay is good

but every cent that he gets is earn't

and he's alive but burning out

driving through scorched earth

and all in all it's worth it isn't it

even just for the little victories?

standing by as a witness

to the dark rumblings of history

We left home as heroes,

with photo ops and press releases,

and handshake from the minister,

and a speech on freedom,

shining beacons of democracy.

The monitors of first free and fair elections,

midwives to assist the birth of a distant fledgling nation.

As we taxied out at Williamstown,

you could smell the nerves in the Hercules,

excitement and uncertainty,

prestigious posting overseas.

We deployed through the provinces,

our project voter education,

to dispel fears of retribution,

with two local staff and a Thai policeman.

The campaign worked and ten months later

the ballot was held and turn out greater than expected,

the result unknown,

then the call came through on the satellite phone:

"Projectiles thrown in some locations,

mobs attacking polling stations",

HQ called evacuation and ordered our withdrawal.

We sheltered in the compound

while militias torched the town,

the glow of burning buildings as night fell

had tensions running high.

The flow of refugees braved razor wire

for the protection of our presence.

Automatic gun fire rang out,

premeditated menace.

And calls for back up to Canberra are met with silence and indecision.

"Domestic intervention's outside the mandate of this mission".

And at dawn the order came,

for all "essential personnel",

at 0900 the choppers would come to fly us out of hell.

Now how can I meet the eye,

of this man that I've worked beside,

and tell him that I'm free to leave today whilst he is sure to die.

I wanna hide, don't understand how these people can be abandoned,

and I wonder, if the minister will be there to meet us when we land.<br />

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Thanks to razvan