Remember.
There are now more veterans from the Falkland Islands war that have committec suicide than were killed in the war. Please take a minute or far better the rest of your life to remember them and all the others.
Dressed as a pauper.
looks like a thief.
Pushing the boundaries
Of your disbelief.
The raggedy man
in raggedy pants.
Arguing loudly
incoherent rants.
Stares covered in shame
Thinking of different
things to blame.
Don’t talk to him
he’s only a tramp.
Stay away from
his miserable stance.
Heap your scorn
on his shambling form.
Never minding why
he’s so forlorn.
But try to expand
your closed off mind.
Try to see someone
don’t be so blind.
Cause I’ll tell you about
One that I’ve often seen.
Was one of our proudest
Royal Marines.
And blown up and battered
when he came back.
Visions and horrors
stacked upon stack.
He did a lot for
our union jack.
Although he say’s
with true modesty,
It was all for me mates
on that front line with me.
So next time
You flinch at a
Shambling spectre,
Spare a thought,
about what you
think you might know.
Instead of planning
how to pass go.
You might want to see
a little bit beyond his poor facade.
One time this lad held a rank
in a fighting Brigade.
You might need to go over
and you might need to thank.
The lad in the doorway.
Looking so dank.
Dwell upon him if you can,
Who went off as a boy
and came back home
this damaged old man.
