The Remembrance Day Service in the United Kingdom will be held on November 12 this year.
In continuing to support ex-Service Personnel now Homeless, Gallybloggers are honoured to host their work: from those who have returned from active service overseas to the UK only to be disregarded and made to suffer by a failed government system that leaves numbers further traumatised and subject to conditions of poverty as a result of wilful neglect by local authorities. Gallybloggers published a poem on November 10 titled Crutch (1) that carried a story featured in a national newspaper highlighting Homelessness amongst ex-Service Personnel and supporting a national campaign called Homes For Heroes (2) The newspaper article draws attention to the lack of funding available to authorities for the conversion of vacant properties in city centres and towns across the UK into homes and accommodation for the Homeless, and those arriving in the UK through political and religious persecution abroad. The newspaper also foregrounds the lack of enforcement of legislation by the UK government…the same government that sends soldiers to war and makes millions for doing so, and then turns its back on them when they return. Political arrogance incompetence and detachment from truth and reality are unjustifiable, an utter disgrace: the mentality of those making up government – the privileged and the wealthy – is beset by self-gratification: a sensibility that will never understand what it is like to have to beg legless broken cold homeless and dying not on a battlefield but on the mean-streets of the UK.
Gallybloggers presents the second of three poems received for the Blog from friends knowing of our objective and supporting our sensibilities towards Remembrance Day. This called Yearning.
Love and Peace in Words and Deeds. God Bless. Namaste 🙂
DN and Raven’s 12
~ Yearning ~ By ~ Featherdown ~
Beneath hollow skies was where I died still choking back the gas,
Whilst hordes of screaming ghosts amassed within the smoke and falling ash
Within the mud within the trench within the stench of unholy war,
God-forsaken I’m dying for no reason I’m lying: dying still lying in the ideology of bloody war.
Around me they will find me amongst torn limbs and hymns, perhaps I’ll be burning
As comrades died yearning for God to take it away: for skies to turn blue,
For sunlight to break through, chastise us for wicked ways: for days spent killing
In fields unwilling weeping and filling with the blood of fallen and falling.
Guns roar evermore ferocious unabated, rockets fly missiles moan, targeted and weighted,
Waiting fully-loaded with a cocktail of loathing, delighted by screams bursting exploding
A cacophony of agony, a sad symphony of tragedy, an operatic soliloquy for Lucifer’s hell-born,
Hell spawn wickedly reigning: death falls raining down on God’s world below….will I be blessed when I die and go?
Behind gas-mask guise behind closed eyes, behind rehearsed lines quiet words are spoken,
My body is desperate and dying, hollow lying broken: a mere token of life before the bomb,
Before war proliferated a political game: nations shattered twisted and gone,
Humanity following the Black Swan song, down a river of Death towards Mass Destruction.
(2) – The Daily Express Newspaper – February 2017 – ‘7,000 soldiers left to ROT on our streets: Today we demand HOMES FOR HEROES’ – http://www.express.co.uk/news/uk/762456/British-military-veterans-armed-forces-covenant-army-navy-RAF-Homes-for-Heroes-campaign
Artwork/Composition By Dewin Nefol: https://dewinnefol.wordpress.com/