Never

This poem is dedicated to all those who never came back,including my dad.These would
be their words to this nation

Never heard that bullet.
That smashed my brain.
Never saw my bloody grave.
Or that river of blood.
I gave this country that I loved.
Never saw my widows face.
When told about my fate.
Or my kids grow-up.
To reap the harvest.
Of a welfare state.
Never saw my widows pay.
Did she have to work?
Or scrimp and scrape.
To make ends meet.
For shoes on my kids feet.
Did I give my life for nothing?
Was it all in vain?
Please tell me when you see me.
Things are not the same.

Peter Wicks

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