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The sharp suited man



With the Legal Degree



Looks back over years 



To pass judgement on me.



While he was getting drunk



In student Uni bars



I was uniformed and fighting



Our country’s various wars.



 



A split second’s action



In the heat of a fight



  Is now being appraised



As being wrong or right.



Now we’ve both reached



Our late middle age,



Him on his thousands, 



Me existing on minimum wage,



 



Plus long the service pension



They’ve beeen paying of late,



Not exactly bounteous millions



Reward for serving the state.



And he has his portfolio



Of cases, no win no fee,



And he is trying to make



A criminal of me.



 



In thanks for the security



For him and his ilk 



That our actions earned,



Now he’s taken the Silk,



He puts our actions 



Under the spotlights



As a campaiging lawyer in



The cause of Human rights.



 



I was a volunteer so I don’t



Expect or need his gratitude



Just maybe some compassion 



To temper his attitude.



I scream in pain at the memory



Of things that I’ve done



While he waxes fat on 



The fees that he’s won.



 



It’s a strange justice that



My efforts set him free



To harrass and pursue



Combat veterans like me.



That sharp suited man



With the Legal Degree,



With the benefit of hindsight,



Passes judgement on me.



 



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