Saturday, 8 May 2010

Combat Stress

Another Doctor came today to peek inside my thoughts
He asked me lots of questions about the war in which I fought,

He listened with his stethoscope but did not hear my heart
Nor the silent screams inside a mind torn wide apart,

Once shiny boots now gather dust and medals hide away
And death creeps into dreams when the darkness steals the day,

It isn't nice to have to beg the country you once served
On bended knee with cap in hand a fate quite undeserved,

Be the best the small screen cried enlist and serve the Crown
But how many of the best are now locked up in iron towns,

And dare not mention names of those who could not bare this strife
Who with rope or blade or happy pills did away with life...

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