by David McDonald | May 13, 2011 | Poetry
I wake up screaming for my mate, his head just disappeared Screaming at the sound of a shot, this is what I always feared I dive for what little cover I find, behind the wardrobe door Then crawl across to the bathroom, staying low on the floor I try to find the ammo,...
by David McDonald | May 13, 2011 | Poetry
Don’t let my Rose hear of how I died, lying alone on this cold hill Tell her that I died surrounded by friends, quietly and peaceful and still Don’t tell her off the human horrors surrounding me where I lie Speak gently when you say to her I spoke her name and gently...
by David McDonald | May 13, 2011 | Poetry
When children see their father return from the war Do they have any understanding what it was for? When father comes home but still is away A man whose face betrays what he can’t say Eyes pleading forgiveness for what he has done No understanding from the children, a...
by David McDonald | May 13, 2011 | Poetry
When I bury my man tomorrow, how much of him will be here I know it was a bad explosion, they told me best not to see what was in there He is sealed inside his coffin, if only I could see him once more But its best they said now he is dead, the flag was replaced once...
by David McDonald | Apr 11, 2011 | Poetry
Electric switch triggered The shrapnel made its way It left the flesh torn It took the life away The medics fought for ages They never had much hope The body left in the bag Tied up with a rope The medics take the body Head back to the base How the hell to manage They...
