He was trained by queen and country,
To fight and kill, to defend the realm;
The reason he joined, the infantry,
A task for most, that would overwhelm.
Our Sergeant Alex Blackman,
Inspired his men, with courage and skill;
In the raging battle against the Taliban,
Fulfilling his masters will.
With hands tied behind his back,
He fought the cowards of Afghanistan;
Their roadside bombs, planted in the dark,
He kept his cool, Sergeant Blackman.
He saw his mates crippled and die,
At the hands of terror and the evil of Islam;
Wouldn’t you sometimes ask, why?
But for his masters back home? It’s no harm!
They send them to Ireland, Iraq and elsewhere,
To fight in wars without just cause;
But to shoot and kill, what soldier dares,
That’s against their political laws.
Sergeant Blackman shot and killed,
A terrorist coward and religious thug;
Now he’s in prison, as a murderer billed,
By his political masters, who started the gig.
Our brave young soldiers, set to defend,
Deserve much better, treatment than this;
So for the cause of Alex, and other men,
Lift up your voice, and cry for his release!