Weary and disillusioned they came home

left as boys returned old men

within their minds and damaged bodies

too many lost in the trenches

sinking and dying in deep stinking mud

for country spilling their blood!


Longing to be back with family at home

conditions not for any creatures

that deafening noise of exploding shells

crouching in those hell pits

like burrowing moles never dry or warm

trying to survive the brutal storm!


Chocking those without protective masks

mustard gas like a yellow fog

seeped in without  mercy a silent killer

nor raising heads as snipers aimed

across no mans land the soldiers waited

far away the officers debated!


In safety top brass making the decisions

of when they had to attack the foe

like moving chess pieces on the board

lives were put in jeopardy

for the gain of just a few feet of territory

whose was this savage glory?


Millions have perished so it will continue

the never ending cycle of war

peace it is said no profit can ever be made

the majority are but pawns

from the 1914 to 1918 quoted Great War

nothings changed what else is in store?


Surely most want peace and unity for all

or will it go on until mankind does fall?


The soldiers just want to go home!







Happy Day!

She never realised the work to make her happy day

a white wedding to make her parents proud.

They were thrilled thinking this was her perfect man

being thirty was not young to get wed.

Thought it was the final wish she had now achieved

but her family were nearly bereaved!


Shaking uncontrollably¬†her legs she couldn’t feel

the beating had damaged her spine!

Stabbed in her abdomen it had nicked an artery

doctors said lucky to be alive.

Completely taken in by this smooth tongued lout

her life shattered by his rout!


Police hovered nearby her husband had escaped

shouting he wanted her dead!

How could that love he said he had just fade

she asked herself over and over.

Out of the blue he accused her of having affair

when she was given him the care.


What hurt the most he had killed her pet dog

raising him from a puppy.

The one friend that had never let her down

his final repulsive act.

The reality she had no more tears to cry

her marriage was a lie!


With so much time she thought deep and long

remembering how they met.

He was so kind and caring to her back then

but he did slap her face.

When they first got engaged during a row

but she accepted it somehow.


Now twelve months on living in fear of this man

maybe paralysed for life!

Why ¬†didn’t she listen to family and friends

too late for recriminations!

It was a miracle she had actually survived

and successfully revived!


How her heart ached for her pet Bobby.


The Foureyed Poet.

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