The ancient combatant from Burma Walking tall as all soldiers do Marching briskly from Bathurst to the Kombos On foot daily with out strain or pain Maama tabaatee in full battle mode
See him charge at the Japanese Hiding in the bush He carries his imaginary rifle With a bayonet ready for the kill Calming is an offer of snuff Which he loves so much
Resting for a while he moves on The route march endless till dusk When he reposes in the trench of his mind Taking cover from the enemy Nineteen thirty nine is still here For Maama tabaatee Sworn to defend the kingdom
Abandoned and uncared for This man and others unknown Went out to war Knowing not why Or what for Coming home Battled scarred and mad He still lives in Burma For him the war never ends
Hitler or Churchill Made no sense to him All he knew was to stay safe Coming back home Was no different Seeing battle endless scenes Stuck in his brain like a tick Maama tabaatee lives in Burma Never coming back home again
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Posted - 05 Apr 2009 : 22:16:21
and yes,
I will BUY your book when it is published !
