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                Then the Last Post Softly Sounds

Cynical, I guess, disrespectful perhaps, given this location,
but it irked me, praises uttered like a fanciful incantation.
Hypocritical, to say the very least, a post-humus accolade,
memory comes, of scorn and derision, previously displayed.

Few understood the veteran…fewer considered his plight.
Local heritage Society forgot, his reputation, put to flight.
Such men share memories, etched indelible, of a living hell
the haunted recluse many become, shunned, by kin as well.

No doubt he heard those warnings whispered to the young,
suggestions that condemned a man to society's lowest rung.
No doubt as well, bitterness came as solitary years crept by,
for ever, sensitive men ponder, why forfeit dreams must die.

Now pondering injustice I sense the bitterness of rising bile,
do hypocrites believe late accolades, contempt, can reconcile?
I sorrow for a veteran, but more, that Apathy, still abounds.
the mist  in my eyes is genuine, as the last post softly sounds…

Yes, cynical I guess, given the location, the world to adjudge,
what irks me most, is Hypocrisy, which never seems to budge.
Uttered the accolade, conveniently swept aside, is any slight,
I glance about me and I wonder just how many, feel contrite…

©. Copyright: Bernard de  Silva…28th.June 2011…

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                Then the Last Post Softly Sounds

Cynical, I guess, disrespectful perhaps, given this location,
but it irked me, praises uttered like a fanciful incantation.
Hypocritical, to say the very least, a post-humus accolade,
memory comes, of scorn and derision, previously displayed.

Few understood the veteran…fewer considered his plight.
Local heritage Society forgot, his reputation, put to flight.
Such men share memories, etched indelible, of a living hell
the haunted recluse many become, shunned, by kin as well.

No doubt he heard those warnings whispered to the young,
suggestions that condemned a man to society's lowest rung.
No doubt as well, bitterness came as solitary years crept by,
for ever, sensitive men ponder, why forfeit dreams must die.

Now pondering injustice I sense the bitterness of rising bile,
do hypocrites believe late accolades, contempt, can reconcile?
I sorrow for a veteran, but more, that Apathy, still abounds.
the mist  in my eyes is genuine, as the last post softly sounds…

Yes, cynical I guess, given the location, the world to adjudge,
what irks me most, is Hypocrisy, which never seems to budge.
Uttered the accolade, conveniently swept aside, is any slight,
I glance about me and I wonder just how many, feel contrite…

©. Copyright: Bernard de  Silva…28th.June 2011…