Not all Wounds Bleed

 

 

In Victorian times we locked them in, today we lock them out

 

Sitting in the street a plastic coffee cup at his feet

He looks OK to the passer-by, to the untrained eye

An idle bugger, junkie and terminally workshy

But this picture is very far from complete

 

He has behavioural issues this problem man

Loses his temper, raves incoherently at folk

He abuses alcohol, his mind wears a cloak

Of darkness, a member of a despised clan

 

Of nightmares he’s never free, his best mate stood on an IED

And now he suffers from the awful dreams

Of torn off limbs, and hideous screams

He’s a wounded soldier but it’s hard to see

 

Lest We Forget

 

 

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Gothicman
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Good poem on a worthy and timely subject, pronto. Not easy to achieve gravitas on a serious subject using the confines of rhyme, so well done that man! The government are putting money in to help these invalided active now I see, admitting to their mental needs as well. If the security of its people is the number one priority of the State, then maintaining the welfare and care of the brave military who sacrifice life, mental health, and limb in protecting us, should be priority number two on their list, and for as long as it takes, or is… Read more »

Omecronon12
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Rather few words but a great deal said. Very good!!

Kipper
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Hello Peter
, On such a day as this when we have witnessed the nation giving thanks to our hero’s from the past it is fitting to be reminded that there are still wounded men out there today. ‘Lest we forget’ should also apply to those who have served, and suffered in recent times.
I think you poem says it very well.
Regards, Michael

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