Poem -
Hope and Glory...
Flag, poisoned,
Flag, haunted,
Bullet holes tarnish the memories,
Land of hope and glory?
Just another bloody story!
Soldier,
Soldier,
Left, right, left!
Now I'm a loner,
On the streets of hell!
Flag, my winter blanket,
Flag, my summer hammock,
From country to country,
Now, doorway to doorway,
From leading men into battle,
Now, homeless and shackled,
Best friend gone,
Nights too long,
Shut my eyes,
Hear that sound,
Growing men cry,
Nobody is proud!
Flag, frayed,
Flag, stained,
Flag, red,
Inside, I'm dead!
Land of hope and glory?
I was just another bloody story,
I was just another,
Bloody story...
Support CosmoFunnel.com
You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.
Comments
Wayne I am going to elaborate on what I said to you about this piece because not only is this not new it is internationally not new.
After "Good Queen Bess" Elizabeth I was miraculously saved from the Spanish Armada by her pirate navy she felt that she didn't want to pay those sailors. Simple, she refused them the right to disembark their ships. They starved or died from the infections of confinement, problem solved, crown coffers not touched.
The common man died.
After the first world war the hundreds of thousands of soldiers who had received morphine over prolonged periods returned to the world. Those who came from money and could afford private doctors prescribing clean pure morphine led full productive lives. The poor left just as addicted with only street opium and heroine to score. Instant criminals. Nothing there has changed.
Every nation has their glorious victories. We celebrate them on anniversaries every year. If we all knew what then happened to the common men who bought these victories with their blood we would hang our heads in shame.
As I said Wayne, it is a subject that goes deep with me.
Great write,
Nigel
Absolutely fantastic comment sir! My hat comes off to you ??? I'm honoured with your knowledge, and it's the truth I prefer ??? ☮? brother! ?