he wears a face
you'll never see
he keeps it hidden
deep on the inside
he's in a place
he wants to be
never welcoming
morning sunlight
lost on the feet
they took to war
they took away
what was it for
he plays a game
to never win
but walks away
not what he's here for
beneath the hat
a soldiers scar
you'll never see
his spirit died for
'cross the street
jack of spades
cries out the name
he lost his pride for
he plays again
and never wins
just walked away
is what he's here for
if you should meet
on dirty street
don't turn away
you're who he fought for
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So many just do not care for those who fought for us and the government is the worst culprit.
Andy
Many very young men are truly soured by what they go through in war and do not trust society.
Good write dusk.
I picture you as a war weary regimental sgt major with more medals in his drawer than cutlery.
Yes - and quite old too. I remember the Wars I was in - the Boer Wars I mean! (around 1900). A sort of 'classical' remembrance for being really old.
The tragedy is that these heroes among us never receive the respect they deserve - - thanks for this sad but fervent reminder D.A.
I think many shun the establishment and its respect having done the dirty work and seen their brothers die for doing the dirty work of the establishment. They know they are an embarrassment to the establishment too.
I rarely pop back here once I have done my all too infrequent rounds... glad I did today though.. this is a splendid poem dedicated I presume to all our ex-service men who deserve so much more than what they currently get...
a poignant and perfectly penned poem indeed....
Neville
Young men with rifles turned into desperate killers by warfare. A commodity of the establishment.
A great message for Vets of any era. Will their spirit live on in future generation? Seems lately it's all about ME, ME, ME.
I liked your poem and its message of respect for those who served. - Phil A.
It' meant to be a reflection upon a torn mind residing inside what was a normal young man until he had to do the disgusting war thing for an establishment to which he is now an embarrassment.
We recoil at the sight of the scars
Never realizing how they were earned
Would we be willing to pay the price
To earn those scars for our freedom
I am in tune with your words, so poetically expressed
Most of us would not be prepared to earn those scars or don the uniform yet we disrespect the ones who do and are mentally harmed by it. There are so many issues around war which is disgusting in itself..... i just tried to bring something forth at this time of year when the heroism and tragedy of D-day comes before us again.
dusk arising,
Reading your poem reminded me of a gentleman I met at a rehabilitation facility who was in the Vietnam War on behalf of his country. He survived the war and was rewarded with mental health disabilities and drug addiction!
Laura
Thanks Laura. Its disgusting what we do to otherwise healthy young men when we expect them to goto war for our politicians. Most of us have no idea of what war is but those young men have no choices but to face it and deal with its horror. I spent some time homeless in the 1960's and met some homeless ex WW2 soldiers. They wouldnt talk about the war. I think too often they have had to do things which they are themselves disgusted with but have to live with it in their head.
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