The motherland

by | Jul 24, 2006 | Poetry | 0 comments

I went to war
You stayed at home
I killed two men
You kissed auntie Joan
I was called a hero
You bought a new car
I saw the dead and dying
You read the Daily Star
I prayed to see the dawn
You flicked to the racing page
I squeezed out shit in sub zero temperatures
You thought George Michael was all the rage
20 years on your the managing director
You’ve bought another new car
Yours wife’s a whore
My wife has long gone
You view me with contempt from afar
I went to war
You stayed at home
IT was the right choice
Coz you drive a Rolls Royce.


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