Iraq
I woke to the sound of silence,
an idyllic time, a peaceful place.
It's gone 10, no work for me,
disqualified from the daily rat race.
Too much of a maverick, a bit of a chancer,
I light up a fag which does nothing but enhance,
the feeling of depravity, the aching in my shoulders.
It's an injury, some would say a trophy of war,
you see it's not from a hobby, I'll tell you why my body's sore.
I was a government mule, the ones they sent to Iraq,
you know, that war, that country we went to attack.
It was for American reasons that we went to fight,
but it was the MPs who let us down, made us think it was right.
But I've been doing some thinking, it was all for commercial gains,
a web of lies, a mop of deceit hides the blood stains.
But some of you didn't see it, maybe now you do,
be angered, they may have taken someone away from some of you.
Cousins, fathers, sons and brothers,
how do they feel now the truth is uncovered.
IMAGE: tommigodwin
1 Comment – Postiwch sylw
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Rhoddwyd sylw 58 mis yn ôl - 13th July 2011 - 13:49pm
good poem