Coming Home (Brize Norton) Poem by David Barlow
Coming Home (Brize Norton)
The name Brize Norton just fills me with dread.
When I see it on TV or hear on the News,
Of another Plane landing with bodies on board.
Young lives full of promise a few days ago,
Coming back home in body bags, dead.
The name Brize Norton just fills me with dread.
Union Jack draped Coffins carried by friends,
Heart broken loved ones who feel it's the end.
The Flower of our youth come back from afar,
Another Poppy Petal at remembrance next year.
How many this time, are coming home dead.
The name Brize Norton just fills me with dread.
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5/6/2024 3:44:49 AM # 1.0.0.1119
I have the same feelings David, it is all such a waste of life, these young people who are so brave to go, and then get kicked in the teeth for all their help given. War is just a devastating occurrence, that achieves absolutely nothing, but destroys people, families, friends. When will we ever learn to live in peace. Good write, sad but needed telling.