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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The Parade

Standing together Shoulder to shoulder, Year after year, Older and older. Marching along To the tune of a song And the thoughts in my head Are of those who are dead. And those who were there Are fewer and fewer. But the line is as long With the newer and newer. As each conflict stops …

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