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The Big One

 

The Big One

 

What a claim!

Oh God

 

I can’t talk about it

The conflict of my genesis

 

Let’s just say it was tough

& my love was mixed with contempt

My contempt was mixed with love

 

I envy you if you knew who the goodies & baddies were

Lucky you

 

I’m sure you love todays politricks

“Yeas” and “boos”

 

It’s like that old music hall stuff

The Punch & Judy show

“He’s behind you!”

Pantomime

 

Except we had no entertainment

All we had was war

 

& while it was only on the tv

It was echoed in our loungeroom

 

When I … no …


You wouldn’t understand


I don’t even understand

 

Am I “IRISH!!!!” screamed at by my teacher?

Or was I “a bloody Pom!” hit out by my father?

 

I was meat in the sandwich

Like all victims of war

 

A WW2 vet I spoke to put it like this, quite calmly

“Either I shot them, or they shot me.”


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I don’t find politics fun

I’m with the Somalian bloke I talked with once

“Politics BAD

Choose another conversation”

 

But it’s not that simple is it?

I am a Democrat

 

But we cannot have Democracy

If we’re not in good faith.

 

This poem ends abruptly

 

 

Published & Copyright Malachi Doyle 2023.

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