Ones Own House Poem by Rosi Caswell

They are forever young,
Men little more than boys,
Who willingly went to war,
To defeat the enemies’ ploys.

Commanded by the government,
Who in their “wisdom” chose,
To send them onto foreign soil,
To save Great Britain’s “nose”.

Her “nose” was bloodied o’er and again,
But the heroes of the night,
Unstintingly with heads held high,
Fought for justice and for “light”

What was it for Prime Minister?
Why did they go to war?
You said to build a better Britain,
Keep their families safe on England’s shore.

But you have disregarded such,
And ignored your forebears’ word.
How can you hold your head up,
And say it’s for a better world?

A better world indeed is sought,
But not at home expense.
We need to set our own “house” straight,
Before looking over the fence!

To give brothers and sisters a helping hand,
Is noble beyond belief.
But not, Prime Minister if it leaves
Our own land full of grief.
So I therefore please implore you,
To put pride and ego aside.
And look hard at what you’re doing,
And the reasons our countrymen died.

Yes, let us pick our country up,
And raise our standards high,
But sort the dross out from the gold,
So our forces in vain don’t die.

Sometimes it’s right with fire to fight,
Sometimes with water douse.
Discernment ever will be the key.
Let’s start with our own “house”

When we have balanced our own space true,
We can turn and help another,
But if we think destruction brings forth peace,
We are hiding beneath the “cover”,

Of fear and disillusionment.
Let us stand our ground so tall.
Having courage, truth, conviction.
We then will balance all.