The Judas Kiss

By 26th October 2008December 9th, 2019No Comments

They came on a cold February day
Seeking refuge in a place they called home
Fearing for their lives
Swapping the dangerous Indian heat
For the ice cold streets of Liverpool.

One man and his wife arriving
Trusting and believing: two innocent children
With a toddler and babe in arms
It was a case of live or die
Very simple – they choose life
Wouldn’t you?

This was their country, wasn’t it?
As doors slammed in their faces
The father, who fought for his land
Rewarded with a Judas kiss.

He was at Kohima, you know
Serving his grateful kingdom
Where he shot a Japanese soldier
Rifling through the dead man’s pockets
Holding a photo of a family
Looking into the dead father’s eyes
He saw himself.


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