The Soldier

by | Dec 4, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

He sits in the doorway
He fought for his country
Has cardboard for cover
But hasn’t a door key

He was a bit shell shocked
He lost his best mate
He’s aged twenty three
And he’s riddled with hate

They gave him a discharge
He’s lonely and cold
And this is a story
That needs to be told!


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