Man stands alone on a foreign shore
Bereft of feelings like a two-bit whore
What was it that made home so?
You and me and satellite TV
Children crying desperate for food
Something to taste, anything to chew
"What would you give?" I ask of you
"No more than you, no less " you say
You never hear those children scream
Safe behind that TV screen
You've seen it all, yet still deny
You've seen it all through TV eyes
Life starts at eight and ends at five
It's on the news, but you deny
Safe inside your living room
But that's alright, it's just the news
Portsmouth
June 1996
YOU ARE READING
Danger Close
PoetryA short collection of modern war poetry 1995 - 2014 Highly personal, this short anthology draws on the writer's experiences as a soldier and officer of the British Army in conflict zones in Europe, Africa, Iraq and Afghanistan. Although, the major...
