AN UPTURNED CHAIR

by | Nov 27, 2012 | Poetry | 0 comments

Man up soldier
Don’t you cry
Because you saw
A baby die

Man up soldier
Don’t you moan
Time to show that
You have grown

Man up soldier
Yes it’s rough
Show your buddies
That you’re tough

A child stepped on
An I.E.D.
So innocent, she
Did not see

You cradled her
And watched her die
And all you do
Is whinge and cry

Now man up soldier
Hear what I say
Leave it here
Just walk away

Not long ago
They found him where
He hung above
An upturned chair

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