Kiwi Peace keepers
There's death all around me, there's
death in the air,
I can smell it and feel it - and I know
now the fear.
The road could be mined, or an ambush
await,
it may be the end - our appointment
with fate.
The escorts have left us, we're now on
our own,
I'm as frightened as hell - and we're
all so alone.
Our armour is moving, we're leaving
the town,
Rhodesians are waving, yelling - "Keep
your heads down!"
I look at the Gunner, his face is all
drawn,
his machine gun is loaded - and the
safety catch on.
We drive through the war zone, on dirt
roads blood red,
past African kraals - with children
unfed.
Expecting a tank mine, or bullet to tell,
or a Russian made rocket - to take us
to hell.
At Assembly Place "Lima", the site of
an old kraal,
we finally halt - and put our backs
to the wall.
Raise the stars of our Nation, raise
the Brit's Union Jack,
put the dread right behind us - for
there's no turning back.
Not there for the fighting, not there
for the fall,
we are the friend of no one - and the
enemy of all.
...We are the Peace keepers.
