The demons and the pain shall last,
the dreams I have of a violent past.
People will watch but no-one care,
the truth of which the world cant bare.
The friends we buried in a shallow grave,
the country not caring of what we gave.
The war we fought for British prides,
tell that to their widowed brides.
Now half the man I used to be,
waits quietly for the blind to see.
Karl – an incredibly personal, powerful & thought provoking poem that should be shared & published as widely as possible. Hopefully the blind will then begin to see the light.