Poetry

Johnny Gurkha

By 12th March 2009December 9th, 2019No Comments

I was selected by you,
I was trained by you,
I was sent by you,
to go wherever.

I was clothed by you,
I was fed by you,
I was housed by you,
at the end of a tether.

I was there when you called,
I was there to attend,
I was there to serve you,
my adopted Queen.

I delivered my service, so loyal and proud,
I delivered a war cry, frightening and loud,
I delivered my life, shot dead in a crowd,
all the things might have been.

And the price that was paid,
Gets higher each day,
Now that I’m gone
some others must pay,
so my family, you deport,
away.

Mark Christmas

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