Finally Home Poem by Matthew Robinson

1945 and the world was at glee
Nazis are gone, Hitler is dead
Our men return home
From the wicked bloodshed.

I shall tell you a story
Of the man who had changed
His wife was in shock
He was completly deranged.

The things that he saw
The men who he killed
The stuff he had done
His conscience was filled.

He felt like a demon
His eyes full of death
When he pulled the trigger
They ceased to draw breath.

Held in his hand
So very tight
Three silver dogtags
His friends died in gunfight.

He felt suicidal
His wife was so scared
He did not speak
He simply just glared.