by Bernie Shelton | Sep 13, 2009 | Poetry
Georgie boy is whispering Deep inside his head George Boy is singing Deep inside his head, Georgie Boy is going crazy, Crazy, crazy, crazy, You do when you’re live Your life in the deep. Georgie Boy is sixty and Lives his life underground Out of sight and out of mind,...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 13, 2009 | Poetry
The second attempt at crossing failed When we were hit by Bullets, shell and gas, I became a passenger When my legs were taken, I lay in the blood and the mud And cried and cursed with the rest, Then the rain came down And washed away our...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 13, 2009 | Poetry
The hills are a alive with the Sound of gun fire Screaming boys and radio calls, Whirling blades Create a dust storm, Just another day in Helmond Province. Hello Alpha Charlie, this is Mike Charlie One, over Alpha Charlie send over, Mike Charlie request P1 medevac ,...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
They fight for them you know They are important Plastic sheeting and jerrycans, The women scream and scratch The men vicious in their need For biggest the best Of the plastic sheeting They are important for survival you see, The sheeting to protect from the Wind, sand...
by Bernie Shelton | Sep 4, 2009 | Poetry
I was sold when I was ten To feed my brothers and sisters, My mummy said It had to be that way. They took me to a strange place To the place where the Soldiers slept Where me and Victoria who is my friend Would sell our trinkets and ourselves When I was...
