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THE VETS.
You can see them in the factories and on the city streets, Some made good when they got home, others could not make ends meet, Some turned to God in their hour of need, Some turned the other way, but there is one thing they have in common, they are forgotten men today.The soldiers of seventy years ago, we remember once a year, and the boys from the second world war we also hold them dear, But the lads that went to the ASIAN WAR are forgotten men it seems, How cruel we were,their countrymen to shatter all their dreams. We took them from the stockyard rails, and from the schoolyard too, gave them a bright new uniform and a dirty job to do, Some nasho blokes some volunteers, they all went just the same, They gave their all for patriotic cause And we payed them back with shame. They did their duty in the air,and on the ocean waves, And those of us who stayed behind spat curses on their graves, Lest we forget,the saying goes it seems that's what we've done. But there will be honour yet for those BOYS in GREEN, Those Brave Australian Sons. For too long we have ignored them To our shame & our reget, If its not too late, accept our thanks As we salute the VIETNAM VET. Dave you may use this poem if you wish. Alan Norcott, Australian Vietnam Vet

HELP ME
I can feel their eyes are on me,
As I'm walking down the street,
And I'm sure they talk about me,
And I burn down to my feet.
I know that I imagine it,
But at the time it feels so real.
I have to try to fight it,
But I'll need some help to heal.
I've tried to do it on my own,
But it doesn't seem to help me.
And though I often feel alone,
I know you're there beside me.
So take my hand and hold me,
Like you used to do before.
And I'll do my level best to be,
Just what I was, once more.

ANGER
I can feel it grow inside me,
And I don't know what to do.
It may not even be your fault,
But the anger's aimed at you.
It hits me without warning,
And my body starts to ache.
I make a conscious effort,
But my hands begin to shake.
I don't know why it happens,
It's nothing I control.
It's frightening when it happens,
I feel I'm losing hold.
I didn't know this happened,
To anyone but me,
But knowing that it's common,
Might help put me at ease.

THE TRAIN
I can feel the tension building,
As I step into the train.
I just can't trust the people,
So I'm watching them again.
There are no free seats at either end,
So it means I'll have to stand.
If I use a seat that's empty,
I'm too close to a dangerous hand.
I put my back against the door,
My collar tight and damp from sweat.
And as I quickly look around,
I watch the eyes for signs of threat.
We pull in to the station,
Now here's a danger time,
The people just push past me,
But I'm clear and things are fine.
I quickly make the office,
Take my seat against the wall.
Tonight I do it all again,
Dear God please hear my call.

Long-Tan-Cross
I MET A MAN
I met a man the other day,
I hadn't seen in years.
His face was gaunt, his hair was grey,
His eyes still showed the fears.
We talked a while of things we'd seen,
And deeds that we had done,
And thought of how our world would be,
If we hadn't carried guns.
We wondered why we couldn't sleep,
And why we can't forget.
Perhaps it's that for some of us,
The war's not over yet.
We talked a while and parted,
But he'll be with me forever,
And though we went our separate ways,
There's a bond that time can't sever.
For it's the war within we now must fight,
As we look throughout the land,
For someone can put things right,
Or the one who'll understand.

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