Treasure Island


(08/11/1984 / DAR ES SALAAM)

We loved them now not

When they went, we felt sorry,
For them we were scared,
For us, they moved on,
Sacrificed for us,
Hypocritically we shouted,
‘’Heroes are here, they’re back’’,
Some in coffin,
Some injured,
Some mental retard ate,
Said waaoh for the group,
But alone we ignored them,
Become happy being safe,
But ooh! Poor son of soil,
Their value ended there,
After retirement they’re nothing.

Submitted: Tuesday, February 02, 2010

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  • Jodie Pollock (4/16/2010 6:22:00 AM)

    Soldiers? or something similar? thats the feeling i get here when i read it.. and if it is then i totally agree and love the way you have written it.. thank you for sharing.. very emotional but also to the point.. well done :) x (Report) Reply

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