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When the boys and girls come home,
Flags and banners waving high
Shouting loud
"We did it for our country,
For world freedom we risked our lives"

No,  NO

On their faces writ the lie
Not for freedom God or country
Did  the young ones bleed and die
Yes banners held on high
But held in trembling hands
Those who left their dearest friends
Dead in foreign lands

NO

The bled and died because their countries
Could provide no decent work
I saw no  well paid or famous
Bleeding in the dirt
Bitter truth
I've been your crutches for
Way too long.
I'm ready to be
Wings
Now.
My secrets are the size of
Planets. They smell of diesel
And magnolia, and
They fire at the inside of
My heart with nuclear arrows
The size of a toddler's
Intentions towards a
Crying mother, flowers in tiny
Hand and all.
You cried, when I read you poetry,
Soft sounds of weeping down the telephone,
It was not sad though, no, never that,
A kind of, unexpected happiness had blossomed,
Filling your mind with fragrant words, this is why,
You cried, when I read you poetry.

©Paul M Chafer 2015
For my Muse
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