How many more of our boys will be left to suffer?
Wives, girlfriends, partners, children, fathers and mothers.
Traumatised by seeing their loved ones shattered and broken!
Through the atrocities of war a monster has stirred and is woken
Invading, consuming our Hero's every thought
The enemy it seems... not the only thing that must be fought
Left unable to escape, even when they try to sleep
As its intensity grows and to their subconscious it leaps.
Corrupting and transforming their once peaceful dreams
Evoking night terrors, flashbacks… making them fall to their knees!
Actions, words, emotions lose all incentive and meaning.
Drugs, alcohol et cetera, become crutches upon which many… are leaning
Their future robbed of hope, good health and cheer.
Replaced by self loathing, paranoia and fear.
Their loved ones look on helplessly, frustrated and ill equipped!
To deal with the consequences of the balance tipped.
Oh where now are the ones who sent them to war?
When our lads are bled dry and shook to their cores.
Really..is it too much to ask that our Heroes be cared for?
Ironically, our politicians continue regardless and instead deploy more!
When will the recognition be given to those with their wounds unseen.
The treatment, empathy and funding required to deal with the aftermath....PTSD!
© Debbie Razey 2013
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