Iain Ferguson

Rookie (17/11/87 / Glasgow)

The Aftermath - Poem by Iain Ferguson

To think I survived the great old
Wars to come back home to boisterous
Applause. Chants, laughs, cheers
And tea not a merry moment for thee.

This day I am draped in a faceless flag
why think on this day I would be glad
Walking do not know were to go deserted
At Dover ambushed by foe.

Oh come home my son was their plea,
But what does the future hold for me
All I know is fighting and kill
Today busy -tomorrow still.

Leave this place and go your own way
Take time to reflect upon the day
The dignity you gained will never cease
I’ll honour you sir to keep the peace.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, December 5, 2005



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