before the war

Born before the war The sky was sullen and sorrowful  was the mist smoke from hot cannons on crackling radios, people listened to  a man shrieking and thought  what a useless idiot my birth was painful for my mother she cried my brother entered the room slapped my face for hurting her He was four years old and born, a mild fine day in May thus of happy disposition  expert in telling jokes and in later years, wore my leather jacket I had bought in Buenos Aires October weather has much to answer for my gloomy opinions are banned  on the Woke sensors on Facebook who says, if you cannot be pleasant, send a picture of a day in May Me, I was expelled when the junta of four colonels who ruled Greece for drinking ouzo and be critical of them Sent to an island for the mad, but six month later, the hapless four officers  joined me and became orderly, cleaning  bed pans