- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Broken man
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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
outcast
for not shooting the child he
was ordered to shoot.
he swallows another draught
of draught to steady his narration
drunken contemplation on
why?
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
- COMMENTS
Tsothaalmost 10 years agoWhile there is a certain honor in being a soldier, and putting one's life at risk to defend civilians, I will confess I don't like the military too much, Tod. I don't like what it asks of people, trying to turn human beings (with conscience, and choice) into machines, executing orders without thinking. It's contrary to what I believe to be the true calling of a human being.
What this person in your poem did, however brutal, is an absolutely human act — unlike what the commanding officer did. It takes real bravery to rise up against odds like that.
Somethings are clichéd to say, but this is something I keep repeating at the forum: it doesn't mean they are any less worthy of saying. A million human beings have walked the same road, and each of them deserves to have their story told, no matter that the actual words are so similar, because what they went through was their own, and important.
My mind will remember, if only for a while, the man who dared stand up for what was right. Even though he doesn't know I'm here. reading his story, I know him, and I applaud his choice, for humanity.
Ashesh9over 10 years agoYou were my Grandad too --- the Universal Grandad of all Humanity , irrespective of caste , creed or colour !!!
