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For Shame, For Shame (poem 23)

The Trumpets sounded, the flags waved.
The Men and Women said I care.
 
They died in the heat of the Crimea.
They died in the damp of the World War One trenches.
 
Now you don’'t buy poppies.
Now you burn the poppies in the streets.
 
For shame, for shame
 
They died on the British Isles.
They died on foreign lands, far away from home.
 
They return now to empty streets or vial protests.
They return to the media that spits like venom, it’s just a job like any other, there are no heroes.
 
They jumped to certain death, when you said jump.
When you say jump they say how high?, not ‘I’'d rather sit on my ass and watch some more TV’ like you and I.
 
For shame, for shame
 
You think you can say that soldiers, sailors and pilots are not heroes, I say get away from that comfortable seat and go die for your nation, then tell me again there are no heroes!
 
 
JUMP!
 
 
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.

The Horror In The Mirror (poem 22)

I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.
As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.
 
It is a monstrous being with no saving graces, grotesque to the very point of making a person recoil with disgust.
Just the sight of it with the realisation that such a thing could exist makes all who see it give up on humanity.
 
I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.
As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.
 
How could such an abomination exist?
How could such a crime against nature roam this land?
 
I have been plagued for quite some time by a horrific image in the mirror.
As I approach a mirror I must do so with great trepidation, for what I see there is a monstrous image.
 
What I see is something with no life, no intellect, no future and no hope.
Then I finally realised what it was in the mirrors, it was just... my own reflection.
 
 
 
Copyright © 2011, William Cody Winter.