My shield was stripped asunder
In bloody strokes as I scream and thunder
For the world would now see
A naked-ness not wanted by me
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Lucky Strikes was his cigarette
Soothing his nerves from what he could expect
He had been at war since ‘43
And his War story had been something to see
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What crosses the line with you
Was it something said or a thing to do
Did you suffer it in silence made
And wonder at the next escapade
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An Ingle Farm house on night shift 1984 …..
You still look up at me
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This poem is a tribute to Brevet Sergeant Jason Doig of South Australia Police shot and killed on duty 17/11/23 at Lucindale South Australia - your duty done.
Not done yet
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I stood and bowed my head
Trying not to show what I did dread
All eyes were focussed on me
And the words I uttered slow and free
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Just take a good look at me now
Such tears of rage crying foul
You know I have seen all sorts of things
And I have a philosophy that these years brings
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The winded plain stretches off ahead
Leaving in its trail ashes of time instead
The fire withers and dies
As the afterglow marks its want to die
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Who will be there to greet me
Across the rainbow bridge over the golden sea
Will it be my Mum and Dad
In hugs and kisses how could that be bad
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Sometimes the mood just breaks me
No sunshine just dark days not ever free
And I wonder what will become of today
Its just feeling of wasting away
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