by Murdock | Mar 31, 2017 | Poetry
Darkness wraps me up again my blanket heavy, soaked with rain Is Churchill’s dog so fond of me? Is guilt and pain my destiny? What demons did my service find to infect body, soul and mind? What sin did I commit for this eternity in dark abyss? Rebuke me, tell me “get...
by Murdock | Mar 6, 2007 | Poetry
It’s morning again the whole place stinks bodies oozing my mind can’t think I get to water and clean my sweat But half way back I’m soaking wet Heat and dust with filth and smell My mates all said I’d go to hell Well now I’m in an evil place The devil laughing in my...
by Murdock | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
In a place some call the “Emerald Isle,” for the past year or two has been home. I’d never have guessed the effect it would have on a man with a heart made of stone. I knew not a thing of “the troubles” out here, but I learnt as my life...
by Murdock | Jan 1, 2006 | Poetry
Remembrance Day is here again We sit in church with servicemen We think of those who left before We think of those who were adored As I look round this holy place I see young people smiles on face I start to wonder if they know Why to these churches we still go I look...
