Soldiers in the street
Soliders marching in the street
are not soldiers marching to war.
Smart uniforms, shiny boots,
bayonets flashing, sharp and sinister;
they’re not soldiers marching to war.
Soldiers lying in crumpled heaps,
bodies broken beyond repair,
photos treasured, tears and grief;
worrying worrying, beyond despair
for the soldiers who marched to war.
Smashed streets where no one walks,
bloodied uniforms galore;
bayonets buried in their guts;
dreams buried beneath the gore.
These were soldiers who marched to war.
Soldiers marching in the street,
soldiers returning from the war.
Bodies broken, faces grim;
nightmares haunting them.
Soldiers marching from the war.
– Barry Tucker, 2014