Homage
Fuck them
That aint us
Amen
In the pain
And overflowing
Disdain for
Those we call
Warriors
Are the greatest
Of us
Hiding under
Bushells
Of damage
And fear
Hold them near
Tight
And dear
Drink their
Fear
To understand
The truth
Of your own lives
They are your
Reality
Living next door
Your fantasy
Your brutality
Your honesty
There
Right fucking
There
There so
You don’t need
To leave your
Xbox
Big screen
Pretend killing
Hatred by proxy
For blood
You’ll never smell
Yes
Enough of it
Smells
Like ten times
Hells
And scarlet becomes
A lie.
And thats why
They die
So you can live
Your pretence
But every now
And sometimes then
Look for the ones
Who’s eyes
Swim in the
Same water
For a kinship
You should learn
Various
Tue 24th May 2016 11:49
Thanks all... David... yes I did comment before.. I think it was regarding the mindset of young people... romanticising the idea of war. Not grasping the enormity, but how this is normal for young. So many reasons for this.
Thank you for the lack of opportunity... remarks. You immediately took me back to my fathers childhood...
When Grandma was left with seven mouths... The eldest, Ernie, joined the Coldstreamers as a boy soldier and sent all his money home... as he progressed... if getting wounded at Dunkirk, North Africa... Italy and Normandy (Cean) is progress! he sent every penny home which paid for his other brothers to get trades eventually.
Later when he was older and broken his brothers cared for him and his family in return never forgetting the great things he did.
Sadly Ernies one attempt at entrepreneurship failed, he had a box of brand new barrettes under his bed in Italy which he planned to make a profit from selling them to local hoods in Hull, but whilst wounded some joker nicked em....
He retired to raise canaries. Wounded forever in so many ways.