Charity Begins

They are out selling the Poppies
in this run up to Remembrance Day;
but we've confused remembrance
with doing things the cheap way

When he joined the colours he knew
he would be sent off to war,
he just hadn't realised that
he wouldn't be needed anymore
if he came back bent and broken
with those scars deep in his mind
with a future looking bleak
and his few best years behind.

They parade at Wootton Bassett,
weep their tears for the dead,
and they wear scarlet Poppies,
coloured for past blood shed,
but when his wounds are mended
and he can use his artificial limb
he'll be thrown on the state
as the world forgets about him.

And this treatment is normal
for children partners and wives
of all those who went to serve
and in duty gave their lives:
or worse still survived
to feel the bleak despair
of being on the scrap heap
when very few people care.

They are selling the Poppies
for they need Charity's help
as a so called grateful Nation
throws its veterans on the shelf.

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