Lost Names

The blood has dried, the pain has ceased But the poisonous daggers still lie at my feet. Though this journey I take shall be my last, I wish for one more. To return from one war and arrive in another. To be injured is one thing, to be shunned is another. As seeing as a blind man, more ignorant than most, They have taken my honour, crushed under their lips. My lover, my friend, my sweet enemy, Black bottle, source of my blissful release. You wonder how one could lose so much splendour, From the man with the badges that shone just like embers. One war essential, the other a joke. To be laughed at by some, to be cried at by most. You respect your country, you respect your kings, But you dont give a damn as we die for these.