The Hero A Nation Forgot
A cold and lonely soldier stands abandoned among a busy city crowd
his strength departed from him long ago, he no longer feels proud,
in his youth he put his life on the line for a country that he loved,
for the people that he held close to his heart and for each one of us,
he was subjected to a war where he fought so long and so hard.
his body now stands broken, his mind tormented and scarred,
now that the government have taken away his human rights,
he no longer has a safe place to rest his head through the night.
In one way he was lucky, he found his way home, he made it through,
although it seems like these unforgiving streets hold a different view,
he wishes that he had died on those fields of heartache and despair,
for now he lives in a lonely world where nobody ever seems to care,
instead of listening to his story, people laugh at him on their way past,
he wishes that old age hadn't managed to creep up on him so fast,
for he was once considered a hero, highly commended and respected.
although those days seem to have abandoned him as he stands rejected.
He often finds himself questioning what it was that they were fighting for,
as he watched each one of his friends die on those far off distant shores,
the medals that he wears serve as a constant painful reminder of his test,
an agonisingreminder of how he was once considered one of England's best.
Although the faces that once he knew, are now all deceased and long gone,
he remembers their names and the stories they'd tell, each and everyone,
they were warriors and together in unity they paid the ultimate sacrifice,
oh what he would give to now be able to walk beside them in Paradise.
As a nation what do we do in return for the blood that our soldiers shed,
though we hear the tortured cries of our veterans, not a tear do we shed,
how often do we provide them with assistance and show them we care,
that still in the dark streets of home, they fight another war out there,
whilst our government forks out on foreign aid, they spare no thought,
to the countless men and women with whose life their power was bought,
as they face a new kind of hell, wondering how on earth they will survive,
politicians treat themselves to a luxury house and a flash new car to drive.
A great injustice has been served and for them there may be no turning back,
wherever they seek shelter from the rain, the police are always on the attack,
the home office sworn to protect them dont care, as they turn their faces away,
the streets where once homes could be found, torn down and bulldozed away,
to build more offices for wealthy corporations, just how many do they need,
not that the executives give a damn, as more money brings even more greed
there is no more great left in Britain, the whole system is broken and defect,
when veterans have no place to sleep at night and become societies rejects.
Copyright © Tony Kasazkaja 2015
