Can't

Cannot remember what it was like
To take a walk or ride my bike
And now I will not have the chance
This glory gained in brilliance
Cannot remember her sweet smile
Nor the voice that reached a heart tactile
This hatred grips that I've been taught
And with cold steel it's always bought
Indoctrinated mind wiped clean
Each thought removed that had ever been
Now all I know to kill and hate
No need to think or contemplate
I can't remember who I was
Choose good from evil just because
Just follow orders when they come
Kill or be killed now it's begun
So here I stand an empty gun
All bullets spent long killing done
But how they come much closer now
Not in silence scream that row
And then the order "Bayonets fix"
A death machine well steeled predicts
That only one is left to stand
A bloodstained bayonet in his hand
Remembered now that hate course taught
A dark technique survival bought
But at your feet that vision lay
This sight to haunt what you did today
Whilst in the fighting at the thick
No time to think or yet feel sick
Now in the quiet of counted cost
Of a conflict won so nearly lost
To think of her recount your shame
And not to be that lad again
To stand alone with no way back
All moral fibre still intact
What can they know of what's inside
This lad they taught to kill with pride
And still the memory burnt in deep
Returns to tear you from your sleep
Do they think that you can switch it off?
Demobbed, deprogrammed, now logged off?
And not remember every thrust
Of a Bayonet charge through blood and dust?


Copyright © 2004 J. P. Worthy
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Poetry Emotion