The Hill

It all came crashing down around us
Someone had to fire the first shot
He wasn’t happy
You killed him, that’s all wrong
The first shot is always a warning, it’s war etiquette
So strange, mother would have loved him, he had manners
God, she would say, you eat like an animal, use your knife and fork
Football mum, need to rush, big game today, come and watch us, it’s life and death
They wanted our piece of the hill
We wanted their piece of the hill
Rush, rush, take the hill, how many bullets can you kill
He wants to talk to them, Mr etiquette
You would be proud of him mum
So Polite
They shot him like a dog
Rush, rush, take the hill, how many bullets can you kill
We killed them all
It’s now our hill
Did you see me, mum, did you see me score
Were you too busy with your other son..

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

it's war. etiquette thrown out the window...brother against brother...the only thing that matters is coming out on top...
I really feel a secondary theme here...and one that is strongly evident in today's society. There is a lack of manners, of courtesy...those values we were taught as children are not as evident in many young people today....the feeling of entitlement...my hill, my way.
excellent write.
j.

[Paul Bell]

Not any better over here, Jacob. Blame childline myself. Every kid has it on speed dial now.