Shelby Martin | The Self-Proclaimed Law

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The Self-Proclaimed Law

by Shelby Martin

The Self-Proclaimed Law is based on a poem written in 2015, 'Another War, Another Line' by Martin Probert Davies, immediately after the UK Parliament voted to start yet another bombing campaign in the Middle East. It just goes on and on.
Genre: Easy Listening: Vocal Pop
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Based on a poem by Martin Probert Davies, 'Another War, Another Line' (2015). The lyrics vary slightly and are restructured for the song. This is the original poem:

So another war, another line.
It may be in your name – it’s not in mine.
But the boys at the end of the ballistic strike
Do not worry or care if it’s wrong or right.
For the death still flows from the same direction,
From West to East, and then back through deflection
Of lies and laws and bitter devotion,
Bastardised votes and corrupted emotion.

The same old tale since Picot and Sykes,
Drew their lines in the sand, and defended the rights
Of the Empire, Republic, the King and the Tsar,
To orchestrate borders and lord from afar.
Crusading, campaigning, it’s all just a game,
And those who oppose it are clearly insane,
As there’s always collateral damage in war –
But it’s never the sons of the self-proclaimed law.

So although it’s in your name, and not in mine,
It’s my son who’s taking the shots for your line,
My daughter who lies staring blank, bleeding out,
While the boys of the strike just keep preaching about
How their children were killed by the westerner’s knives,
An eye for an eye, their souls for our lives –
And the bitterness grows. And will never subside.
The sickening price of the warmonger’s pride
Keeps on growing and growing, but never so great
That the profiteers’ pockets collapse with the weight
Of a million more lives, and a million more homes,
And a million strong swarm that have nowhere to go.
So another war, and another line,
And so it continues. For your sons and mine.



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