Silence. Tense silence.
That’s all there is now. Nobody
Calls my name now. Not
Like they used to do.
Mortal men still wage war. I
Don’t think they’ll ever
Stop. War doesn’t get
Easier. It gets worse. I
Can’t sleep with all the
Noise of children who
Lie dying in the bombed streets
Of places long lost.
Part of me wishes
That mortal men would once more
Remember my name.
When they remembered
Soldiers were treated well once
They returned home from
War. Now, I sleep with
Them, cold and hungry. Fighting
A war in my mind.
There is no help now.
It’d have been far better for
Them to die abroad
Than face the silence,
Horrible silence of those
Who simply turn a blind
Eye to the pain and
Suffering of those
Who gave them safety.
