The Soldiers return to their  home coming
at the same time
as the last M42 lenses were being sold
at  the down towns thrift shop.
There lay the rub
the old gun ** world was facing down
the commercial necessities of the Wild West.
The people had forgot their National pride
finding reasons to be embarrassed
for the hedonism sweeping the land
Their ostrich feathers
fluttered amongst abundance:
whose navel gazing allowed narcissism
to flourish.