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David McDonald

Poetry

Big Issue, Big Issue

Big issue, big issue no thanks not today Big issue big issue get out of my way! You sent me to war; don’t you see who I was? Look what’s become of me, do you know the cause? Big issue, big issue move it sunshine! Big issue, big issue I…
David McDonald
14th July 2011
Poetry

No life for a Soldier

He moved between the dark of shadows, no chances would he take Well aware of the consequence, stay quiet and be furtive for your own sake They could be waiting round the corner, though you usually heard the noise An enemy that took pleasure in giving pain, they were just…
David McDonald
14th July 2011
Poetry

Twenty two years

Twenty two years of loyal service, nothing to show for that A little red book and a few medals, he had managed to keep his hat Action in conflict seen too often, thanks never given enough Now a life alien to him, alone on the street living rough A discharge…
David McDonald
14th July 2011
Poetry

An angel called my name

An angel called my name today I heard it very clear It was heralded by a fanfare now I find I am here I am not upset it has happened I dodged the bullets for so long Not too much to stay for now all my friends already gone I…
David McDonald
31st May 2011
Poetry

Your comrades

The bullet that left the scar on my nose, that one saved my life You stand thinking you are what they teach, you make a widow from a wife The army teaches very well, you still need to learn another craft If you don’t learn quickly to look out for…
David McDonald
31st May 2011
Poetry

He is the one

He is the one who stopped the round, the bullet that took his life He is the one who by dying today, broke the heart of his wife He is the one who left a child, a son confused why does mummy cry He is the one who left today,…
David McDonald
31st May 2011
Poetry

The Guardsman

Three drunken idiots, out on a Saturday night Looking for some action, bruising for a fight Not so drunk to take risks, an easy target they seek A person to be a punch bag, someone who is weak Cold and damp the night, homeless he looks for cover A cardboard…
David McDonald
31st May 2011
Poetry

Come Home

When remembrance bleeds across the calendar, families mourning a loss If the nation can never stop grieving, has anyone tried to total the cost? How many of our brightest and youngest, lost for a cause that never ends Does the government work out its value, from the letters the prime…
David McDonald
31st May 2011
Poetry

My Journey

I lay my soul before you my love, this I give for you to keep I will have no need any more, not now you go on your final sleep My life was you and always will be, living is now going to be hard How I will manage I…
David McDonald
31st May 2011
Poetry

You

I gave a gift to God today; the gift was all I had I know it will be treasured, I still feel very sad I would have given my life, it would not suffice The gift the angel took away, such a heavy price I know that they are grateful,…
David McDonald
21st May 2011