Remember this smooth coffee, this crisp biscuit
It will never be without weevils or sand
If you manage to return, plan to walk your dog
It won’t matter where your foot lands
That glint of silver in the sky’s not a jet nor a plane
With every sparrow overhead you feel yourself going insane
You do it for your nation, but you want to shoot your foot
The propaganda can’t make you forget the faces streaked with soot
Child’s play one day – murder, barbarism the next
Read for leisure turns into analyze the text
A car backfires and you’re suddenly a nervous wreck
Defense mode, camouflage, hit the deck
You used to stress over pimples and zits
But you thank the lord that you still have your arms
Playing sports and building forts – they’ve lost their appeal
The simple things – eating, singing – they’ve lost their charm.
I like how you captured the two worlds – the world of peace and ignorance before the world of hell broken loose and chaos.
The disillusionment of what was once taught to a naive mind. War changes the mind and alters the soul.
There are many strong powerful lines. I love this one in particular :
“If you manage to return, plan to walk your dog
It won’t matter where your foot lands”
Nicely written. :)
Definitely. As an 18 year old, I haven’t experienced that personally but we talked about it at length in my history class and I thought the concept was very intriguing. Thanks for reading :) I’m glad you enjoyed.