We face our fears in daily life,
Self pitying tears; conflict and strife
We are the cowards who went to war
The defeatists, engulfed by what we saw
The humdrum deaths, the slaughtered lines
Held by duty; one that binds.
Called up to the front;
We bore the brunt
Of that "just" fight
Who can stand in judgement?
Those devoid of all sentiment?
With death we flirted;
With horror, we deserted.
And now we hide in daily life
Hidden in nightmares that are rife
Whilst still you search, condemning us
But you weren't there -
And surely to judge is rather pompous?