Monday, July 27, 2009

War

I saw him standin’ alone

Hair white, eyes sad, no-one else

He spoke, stood tall, looked around

Walked away, this one proud and tall

The medals alone there on his breast

No-one else to see the respect

As he stood tall amongst the names

Forgotten, booze not hiding the pain

The sounds, the roar, the blood and more

Where does it go when they come home

The feather, the hate, the disgust

No friend, no family, no legs

Where did they go the ones before

The love and child with the guns and bombs

They thought they were good and would win

But caused the drop of the sun with war

There is no-one left now there or here

Who gives a damn or even cares

No tears, no shame, no cause, no pain

We don’t know him or his mate

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