It'll all be over by Christmas

It’ll all be over by Christmas

It’ll all be over by Christmas
The man on the radio said,
A ‘Grand Coalition’,
Not war, but a mission,
‘Making sure we’re all safe in our beds.’

It’ll all be over by Christmas
Has that ever really been true?
Wars don’t have a schedule,
They don’t like the plan,
And they’ll always be bigger than you.

It’ll all be over by Christmas
Sends a shiver down my spine.
Tell the widow,
The orphan,
The shrapnel-abortion,
See if they buy the hackneyed line.

It’ll all be over by Christmas
But this has been heard before –
Great grandma, my nana,
My mother, now me,
Are hearing it once more.