Sunshine In the Park

The freedom bell rang but the bullets still flew

I remember when death was all around, I remember the dark rain in the air as my adrenaline grew 

I saw you go down, I saw your lose.
Twelve man assault team touched down in an enemy base where WMD’s were being fuelled.
The world never knew.

We tore through their defence lines.
We hit so hard they had little time. 
We killed everything that moved.

We stopped the weapons being used to rain death on millions of lives we’d never know or we never knew.

But twelve men went in and two survived, that’s me and you. 
Now your gone from this life with injuries of the mind that took you
I keep the flowers by your graveside I keep talking to you. 

I sweep the rubbish in the park, I listen to the people talking. I smile as they go by, I see them thinking I’m just some uneducated fool!
They don’t know my life, they don’t know what I used to do. 

I sit in the sunshine in the park to eat my food. I see children play together on the green grass, children of yellow, white, black, children so full of life playing together and I pray to them from me and you.

Do better than all the generations that came before you.
Do better than just promise lies with words you say that you know will never come true.
Do better than be a woman, do better than be a man so we don’t have to kill and die to protect the dreams of you. So that we don’t have to kill and die for you in foreign lands.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2019

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Michael Avatar
October 13, 2019 at 8:55 PM
Words of a wise warrior... I like the write
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November 18, 2019 at 2:30 PM
Hi Michael, Thanks for your comment. Cheers.
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