Coming home

Coming back from war
Take off your uniform
You sure
Are not now in theatre
You are on the streets of peace
You were injured
and in hospital
But now you are on release

Alone
Of course You think for yourself
Eat just when it suits
Nobody is telling you
Nobody cares hoots
You have some work
At clearing up
Time cards and the rest
Walls are thin
Who now can win
When Every street will test

The ardent fighting soldier
For there’s pressure back home too
And you dont just pull a trigger
Thats not what you do
Loneliness is maddening
Despite the neighbourhood
Where gangsters rule the dope
And hope
Just because they could.

Just a little bit of correspondence from the now

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