when the war was finally over they placed flowers

into the heated barrel of his battered cannon

gathered condolences and dropped poppies

upon unmarked graves and pompous shrines


he was a lucky one who escaped the inferno

scarred tired and weary of explosions in his mind

they pinned a few medals and ribbons onto his chest

held celebrations and parades and glowed in victory


lost in action and deprived of freedom many times

he never surrendered and followed mad orders

took a few lives for glory freedom and survival

now he was confined to...