Total Pageviews

Saturday, 17 September 2016

The Marching Dead

It's not pride...
but sadness I see
Minds caged...
yearning to be free

Feeling alien...
even amongst their own
Guilt and shame...
self-loathing has sown

Bewildered...
by a world gone insane
Facades failing...
to disguise their pain

It's not pride...
but sadness I see
Minds caged...
yearning to be free

Feeling empty...
without a hand to hold 
Hearts sever...
as another family folds

Feather beds...
replaced by concrete floors
The Marching Dead...
lost souls displaced by war

It's not pride...
but sadness I see
Minds caged...
yearning to be free

No wounds visible...
damaged deep inside
Lives destroyed...
some parade, some hide

Wreaths are laid...
but not their ghosts 
Tears fought back...
drowned in drunken toasts
 
It's not pride...
there's only sadness I see
Minds caged...
by Combat P.T.S.D.

© Debbie Razey 2016