Category : Poems
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When you felt the grip of a loved one's hand fade away
Did you know that it was for the last time?
When you walked away from what you knew best
Did you realise it was for a crime?
Was it because your pride tormented you?
Or was it to keep your name?
Did it feel like a perfect end
To this dark and sinister game?
For if you knew that fate plays a slim part
Would you have left you turf?
If only you could see the future that is now the past
What do you think it would be worth?
The eyes of your nation looked at you and many more men
Until your job was done
Nobody cared about who you were
Even though you were someone's son
There was no lucky charm at war
Just your faith as you stood alone
They promised you all homes fit for heroes
But they gave us heroes fit for homes
All the effort you made was for a sadistic sum
Nulla felix leporem ad bellum
