Soldier Hero
They are so proud of their son, the war hero,and now he was given the highest accolade a soldier can receive, from a grateful nation.In the great hall they met generals who said it was an honour to meet the parents of a hero, they had brought up a fine son, (post mortem medals are as soft plaster on ulcers of grief.)
Music and red carnation, chocolate cake andtea; the nation’s president shed blameless and manly tears, his lachrymose for us to admire; pity the hero wasn’t there. Time to go as low paid cleaners came, gobble up the remains of the cake, drank lukewarm tea, and idly spoke about the weather and the high price of gas.