| Ghosts
of War |
| The ghosts of war who travel the
night |
| Who occupy and torture your mind |
| Were born in the
height of the firefight |
| The mortar attacks
and land mines |
| They take your soul
and all that is yours |
| They leave only misery in the
exchange |
| No locks or keys or iron bolted
doors |
| Can capture or subdue
the years of rage |
| No charm or elixir
can drive them away |
| No love or faith will ever
cleanse |
| It is only you they visit day
after day |
| With them they always bring
friends |
| Their evil friends are
depression and drink |
| They are a family
of ill and bad ways |
| They eat your mind and ability
to think |
| You surely know they are there
to stay |
| © 11/9/09Terry Sutherland |
Awarded 10 November 2009
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