by | Apr 1, 2009 | Poetry | 0 comments

Monday 7am
Mr Humphries radiates from the Roberts.
A man dies.

No ordinary man,
Purportedly he was fighting for his country.

But what was the country fighting for?
Helmand? Where?
Khyber Pass?
Why, we should ask ourselves?
Who is next?

Your Son?
And for what?


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