I wasn’t there.
I can only guess,
Foundering in the mud
The gulf between sides dug in
A chasm of generations.
You were unable to give tongue,
Horrors left unsaid.
We weren’t there.
How can such voices span the gap of time?
Unamplified, analogue – signal is too faint,
Drowned out in digital dazzle,
The stampede of politicians,
Hypocrites all too eager to clamber
On bandwagons of false patriotism.
They weren’t there,
As realisation sunk in
Drenched by the same rain,
Battered by the same cold winds,
Existing on the same meagre rations.
Conscripts lusting after glory and honour;
The realisation – pawns
In someone else’s power game.