Broken man


clichéd to say
he was in hell
they were his words,
spoken in drunken slurs,
Dutch courage was needed
to repeat the defeat he felt,

dishonourable discharge,
upheaved from his birth place,
for having the nerve to
disgrace his commanding officer
from England to Australia

for not shooting the child he
was ordered to shoot.
he swallows another draught
of draught to steady his narration
drunken contemplation on

when he refused his
officer did the deed
pulled the trigger,
the boy was a rice-nigger
not a real human,
grandfather wept for that boy
as if he were his own,
disowned the army

in violent rage and angered protest
he laid his officer out to rest
in the brains of the child he'd killed
and beat him near to death,

at this point is when
he would break down,
real tears, revealing his fears
memories that wont cease,
so he drank them to death

miss you Granddad

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