Friday, 19 July 2013

Departure.

As I rushed to the sound of the guns
my friends,
I thought of all those who had come
Afore us to rush to the sound of the guns
And never returned,
Not one.

And I thought of all those men
Sat at the back.
Who had sent us all off to the guns,
Who profiteered from the sound of our deaths
And suffered
not even a one.

And now the days of my youth
are all gone
And my comrade’s memory dimmed.
In the hearts and minds
Of our countrymen
Whose blood their cowardice and slavery
Has thinned.

Now soon I must depart
My friends
For the halls of the damned
Where I will greet
Once again
My fallen Comrades in Arms.

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