The undeserving poor
Baffling how he came to be a pauper, he thought,
An ex-serviceman, still with an upright back
Thing is: he never really arrived home. Did he?.
Not a real home.
Belfast, The Falklands, Belize, Operation Desert Storm
Are with him every day.
Like many men who wore the uniform Jim is reluctant to see a doctor
"I'll be reet" he says.
Where he served there were No-go No Irish No squaddies areas
The Falls, Free Derry, Shankhill, South Armagh
Where the owner of the Armalite was the only power.
The Sally army bloke tells him: "Yeah, a room, y'know, a home, your only real security."
In his head he's already out on the street again
Not stuck in a room that drains the life out of him.
And anyway, she moved out decades ago
Wanted to settle down, build up some memories
He wished he could escape from his
PTSD the nurse had said. Don't know what that is.
The images he has in his head are still massively aflame
And yeah a few years earlier he was a hero
Now, he was told by the bloke from the Legion,
That he's being sued for obeying orders
And using a gun.
Plenty of unknown soldiers he thinks
Some take to the drink, others take their own lives
His brain is a- flame with all he knows
And the leg where he was shot
He has layers over his heart
Down there, there are levels too,
Like the medals he once wore,
Gone, sold, given away, lost, stolen.