When darkness falls

 

Between those trying to kill them

and them fucking everything in a skirt, 

between their children being born in war zones

in houses rotten with damp,

 

between no holidays and losing comrades

between whores and booze and violence,

between deadly postings and loss of faith

between the charade of normality and lies,

 

they loved, 

they gave, 

they redeemed themselves but hated their lives

and all for nothing.

 

The devils battalion reforms in bars

regrouping on cobbled streets, 

to beat their worthless lives out on strangers

all for the lack of love.

 

They who loved the most

become the least so,

who gave all for their brothers unthinkingly

are questioned and goaded for the want of peace.

 

And if ever their accusers come to hand 

they will feel the crush and wrench,

because all of love is gone too soon

as all of them must go.

 

All they do is take

stabbed by bayoneted hate,

they cannot back down

and when darkness falls we shall know their names. 

 

 

those beyond help

◄ Not televised

At Blankenese ►

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Wolfgar Miere

Sat 23rd Dec 2017 01:08

That is very kind of you Cynthia, I appreciate your support and comments.

I hope you have an exceptional Christmas and New Year.

David.

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Cynthia Buell Thomas

Fri 22nd Dec 2017 17:19

A strong personal work that needs saying in your own special way, with your own unique tools. Reality and compassion are stark in your words. And they have a real 'voice'.

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Wolfgar Miere

Thu 21st Dec 2017 11:56

I read this in the morning and really didn't like it, I don't much like it now. I have changed it a little, eradicated some unnecessary profanity which I had felt appropriate at the time of writing, but subsequently seems not.

Having found out about the recent suicide of another long disappeared once friend, I wrote the original in anger. Seeing the words this morning the anger seemed futile and pointless.

My apologies for even more darkness, thankfully it isn't all we are, though it shades us all by varying degrees.

David.

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