The Hero A Nation Forgot Poem by Tony Kasazkaja

A cold and lonely soldier stands abandoned among a busy city crowd
his strength departed from him long ago, he no longer feels proud,
in his youth he put his life on the line for a country that he loved,
for the people that he held close to his heart and for each one of us,
he was subjected to a war where he fought so long and so hard.
his body now stands broken, his mind tormented and scarred,
now that the government have taken away his human rights,
he no longer has a safe place to rest his head through the night.

In one way he was lucky, he found his way home, he made it through,
although it seems these unforgiving streets hold a different view,
he wishes that he had died on those fields of heartache and despair,
for now he lives in a lonely world where nobody ever seems to care,
instead of listening to his story, people laugh on their way past,
he wishes that old age hadn't managed to creep up on him so fast,
for he was once considered a hero, highly commended and respected.
although those days seem to have abandoned him as he stands rejected.

He often questions what it really was that they were fighting for,
as he watched each of his friends die on those far off distant shores,
the medals that he wears serve as a constant reminder of his test,
an agonising reminder of how they were once considered England's best.

Although the faces that once he knew, are now all dead and long gone,
he remembers their names and the stories they'd tell, every last one,
they were soldiers, together they paid the ultimate sacrifice,
oh what he would give to be able to walk beside them in Paradise.

As a nation what do we do in return for the blood that they bled,
though we hear the cries of our veterans, not a tear do we shed,
how often do we provide them with assistance and show them we care,
that on the dark streets of home, they fight another war out there,

whilst our government rapidly raises the taxes, they spare no thought,
to the countless men and women with whose life their power was bought,
they face a new kind of hell, wondering how on earth they'll survive,
politicians treat themselves to a house and a flash new car to drive.

A great injustice has been served, there may be no turning back,
wherever they seek shelter, the police are always on the attack,
officials sworn to protect them dont care, turn their faces away,
streets where once homes could be found, torn down, bulldozed away,
to build more offices for corporations, just how many do they need,
not that the executives really care, more money brings more greed,
no more great left in Britain, the system is broken and defect,
when veterans have no place to sleep and become societies rejects.