The Soldier

He sits in the doorwayHe fought for his countryHas cardboard for coverBut hasn't a door keyHe was a bit shell shockedHe lost his best mateHe's aged twenty threeAnd he's riddled with hateThey gave him a dischargeHe's lonely and coldAnd this is a storyThat needs to be told! Andrew DiamondPart of a suite of poems by …

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