V for Volunteer

So armistice day has past and no I did not wear a poppy. I know the shock, but I have a very good reason.

My grandfather volunteered for the RAF as soon as the second world war broke out. He was issued with a V for his lapel to distinguish this fact from the constripts. Later in the war he was forced to return the V as it seemed to cause to much friction. So he and the rest of his flight crew punched holes in there new issues of uniforms to show where the V had been.

He was a quiet hero and never collected his medals at the end of the war saying ‘we all bloody got those’.

This may be construed as snobbery but when I see someone with giant poppy on there car bonnet I can see his point. Anyone can buy a poppy but not everyone can actually remember the total carnage of war and how it affectes everyone even to this day.

Peace D

Lithium Swords

The thirty ton tank breaks the top of the hill, I gobble the prescriptions pills. The cannon shakes and an unknown foe falls. For they battle to own it all.

So I dream of dragons and lithium swords, nothing can break this broad. Though I’m only flesh bone and as brittle as this cheap Chinese phone.

I dream dragons to scorch the earth but my mind has no worth. The idle thoughts of a madman, stuck in the sinking sand.

D April 2018

Crazy Soldier

So I took another bullet on the chin, like you’re trying to shoot out your sins.

Am I just your target because I’m the last man standing. The deaths of all my unit you had a hand in.

So what now? Your clip is empty, and I’m still here. Going to bring the reinforcements from the rear? Not this year;

I’m the crazy batshit soldier that burnt all the bridge’s.

D April 2018