Shellshock Poem by Virginie Yargeau

Sing me to sleep, where bullets fall,
Let me forget the war and all.

Tired is my body, cold my feet,
Canned food, water and biscuits to eat.

Scared to drive for bombs go -
Starving children out my window.

Men fight to stay on their feet,
Women help, singing me to sleep.

Nightmares crawl, constant fear,
No more friends or drinking beer.

Crazy they say, sane i am,
Is this a war, or just a scam.

Written by Guillaume Proulx, For