Spare a thought as he comes amongst you

prepared to burst like a boil of hate

on the line he crossed many times

between sanity and that other place

he had to face,

to live his life in the shadow of death revived

knowing the price he has paid

for being witness to exploded breath

spare a thought for him

the one who came out of the storm of fire

remember him

.

visit not the wastelands for answers,

remember him with his footsore mind

spare a thought for the beating heart of every day faced

and restless nights,

 

don't blame him with your fears, false tears

worship him not as a God who turns away

while you take for granted all the virtues

and glories of the past.