Texty: Political Asylum. Window On The World. Solitary.

Living in a nightmare
Only place I have to stay
For want of peace and not for war
It?s the price I have to pay
Just a solitary white feather
The Mark of shame on the family name
Just a solitary white feather
Who didn?t join up who was to blame
People spitting in the streets
Everybody jeers at me
Abusive names and hateful stares
I have no hope of charity
Taunting voices haunt me still
Seething images in my sleep
Violence dominates their minds
Thoughts of evil that they keep
Reveling in their glory
Proud of all the blood they?ve spilt
Triumphant standing with their medals
Given for the men they?ve killed.