April 8, 2013


I was born when my father
came home from the big
and famous war.

We had won,
the world was ours,
everyone knew what for.

Some people talk before they think,
they see young men
charging a foreign shore.

They said report,
and so I went,
but I never heard what for.

I wasn't fit,
they finally said, to fight
their dirty little war,

so they sent me home,
but no one ever said
what for.

They still took
nearly all of us.
Some never came back,

others won't be the same
as they were before.
They can't remember

where they've been,
and no one seems to know
for sure.