1945 Poem by GORDON SAUNDERS
1945
In the dark twisted depths of despair
salamone staggeres into his filthy lair
reeking of opium, whiskey and rum
into his quarters, they looked so glum
the candlelight flickered in the drafty room
cockroaches roamed, he was not alone
at the bottom of the glass he looked for the truth
whats happened to all those years? his mis-spent youth
pondering over those days during the war
doodlebugs that rained on the dull London night
Urchins gather shrapnel cos moneys so tight
an old womans finger bleeds as she sews her stocking
Grandads in an east end pub enjoying a lock in
So many faces numbing the pain
Are they here for the laughter or to stay out the rain
the stories they tell, how i wish they were all alive
its them we should thank for 1945
When I was young, I would see tramps on the streets and my mum would tell me that they were soldiers who couldn't get jobs. That was how their country treated them for their heroism... Great write... Colin J...
A great poem demonstrating war's cause and harsh affects on the civilian population. ! 0++ and thank you for writing and sharing, take care..
thanks very much for all your kind comments, i am truly flabergasted at the response.
many have died of wars, many families broken... ur good in historic poetry. kip it up.....
War brings the outlets of drugs and the bottle into a desired light
This could apply to all countries and all wars, many have walked in these shoes even still today......I like poetry about history and I enjoyed this one very much.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Enjoyable - nice pace. So good to reminis sometimes.