Poetry Blogs (2014, 'good' banks)
Foot Soldier
Foot Soldier.
We were sent to fight a war
that we didn’t believe in,
knowing that there would be
civilian casualties.
Paid a pittance
to be on the front line
facing hostiles every day.
Privately hating
the faceless generals
who stayed hidden
in the bunkers
giving their orders.
Many were wounded,
left for dead,
injured in ways
that civilians
wouldn’t understand -
because some ...
Thursday 30th October 2014 10:52 am
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