Casualty

Anon

Were you wounded in Vietnam
Are they wounds no one can see?
Are they wounds that keep you wake at nights?
With an ache you cannot flee?

Do you hide in your accommodation
Do you move from job to job?
Do you sleep alone at nights now?
So no one can hear you sob?

Do you expect an ambush?
In city street or park?
Do you stay away from street lights?
And shelter in the dark

When they tell you the war is over
Do you smile and just stay quiet?
or try to tell them the horrors
That come to you each night?

Maybe someday they’ll realise
It's there wherever you roam
For them the war is over
But some of us never came home.