THE FACE OF THE BEWILDERD MAN

While researching some thing or other ,

The face of a man looked out too me ,

He'd , volunteered , fore the army 1914 ,

He was drunk at the time , as so many were ,

It seamed a good idea at the time to volunteer ,

Now he'd sobered up ,

The marching , bayonet practice , the drill Sargent
Shouting , screaming in his ears ,

The army food not a patch on his old mums grub ,

He lay on the ground knackered ,

Jack was scared stiff ,

How he wished he could leave government acre ,

And goo home to mum ,

His face said it all '' what the fook am I doing 'ear?! ''

Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet



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Written on 2011-04-24 at 11:48

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All freedom loving folk come their senses in due time. And then it seems inextricably too late. How sad it is what we humans can do to each other or what we allow forth to happen to each other.
2011-04-25


John Ashleigh
Again you inject realism into the readers, thankyou for that, Ken.

Regards,
John.
2011-04-24