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The sharp suited man
With the Legal Degree
Looks back over years 
To pass judgement on me.
While he was getting drunk
In student Uni bars
I was uniformed and fighting
Our country’s various wars.

The greatest impulse
Is the will to survive
To stay in one piece
To get out still alive
If you've not been there
You just can't understand 
How fear and anger
Can get out of hand.

A split second’s action
In the heat of a fight
  Is now being appraised
As being wrong or right.
Now we’ve both reached
Our late middle age,
Him on his thousands, 
Me existing on minimum wage,

Plus the long  service pension
They’ve been paying of late,
Not exactly bounteous millions
Reward for serving the state.
And he has his portfolio
Of cases, no win no fee,
And he is trying to make
A criminal of me.

In thanks for the security
For him and his ilk 
That our actions earned,
Now he’s taken the Silk,
He puts our actions 
Under the spotlights
As a campaigning lawyer in
The cause of Human rights.

I was a volunteer so I don’t
Expect or need his gratitude
Just maybe some compassion 
To temper his attitude.
I scream in pain at the memory
Of things that I’ve done
While he waxes fat on 
The fees that he’s won.

It’s a strange justice that
My efforts set him free
To harass and pursue
Combat veterans like me.
That sharp suited man
With the Legal Degree,
With the benefit of hindsight,
Passes judgement on me.
 
This is not about me, but the many Veterans who for years have lived under this threat.  Nobody condones War Crimes, but we do ask for a level playing field and equality of treatment.

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