They laughed and mocked the old soldier
as he strode down the road, head held high
but his eyes inwardly wept
a thousand tears on this fateful, hateful day.
A thug with a most inane grin, not fit
to share the same table as the old soldier
punched him in the face, he fell to the ground,
shaken and yet rising without a sound.
He was forced to clean toilets with his hands,
they cared nothing for his age or his medals
which a brute ripped and threw casually
away as if merely chaff.
A madman from his own land was to blame
and when he limped back into his flat
he took some pills never to wake again
escaping a world...which had gone insane.
as he strode down the road, head held high
but his eyes inwardly wept
a thousand tears on this fateful, hateful day.
A thug with a most inane grin, not fit
to share the same table as the old soldier
punched him in the face, he fell to the ground,
shaken and yet rising without a sound.
He was forced to clean toilets with his hands,
they cared nothing for his age or his medals
which a brute ripped and threw casually
away as if merely chaff.
A madman from his own land was to blame
and when he limped back into his flat
he took some pills never to wake again
escaping a world...which had gone insane.
