the semaphore is silent

no word has come from that far distant place
where all our youth have gone in honour's name
and some at least for glory and for fame

rumour now speaks of failure and disgrace
but still we're told our young men bear the flame
no word has come from that far distant place

the smile seems pasted on our leader's face
he knows that he can get out of the blame
and those who follow have to reap the shame
no word has come from that far distant place