I am betrayed.
I have honoured all.
My mother,
My father,
My country.
I have stood and been counted…
Only to be ridiculed…
By my peers,
Treated with contempt…
By my superiors,
Left alone to die.
I do not ask why I fall,
I heard my countries call…
So I stood…
And was counted.
As battle raged I trembled…
But fought on.
Gunfire…
Cannon fire...
Hells fire…
The devil was upon me…
In me…
But still I honoured…
My mother…
My father…
My country.
But I am betrayed…
For my country knows not who I am...
Only a name.
It knows not of what I have lost…
Or those that have lost me.
It knows not of the pain…
The anguish…
The joy of life it has taken from me…
It knows not of my true loss…
My mother…
My father…
My country.