My father had no choice
A war broke out
He had joined the army
To see the light of day
Away from coalmine’s darkness
And sent to sunny climes
Three years he was in India
He called them happy times
And then the war and Hitler
Everybody doomed
To years of stress and misery
But life went on it seemed
And when the war was over
We learned the awful truth
Of death camps and death marches
And how nations lost their youth
The millions killed in Russia
The rape of the Ukraine
We told the stories
Wrote the histories
Please God never again
But human nature’s constant
Of course there’ll be again
It happens all the time
Sunshine wind and rain
All of us are sinners
We could go to the bad
So say your prayers and bend the knee
And don’t be looking sad
The person that we follow
Is called the crucified
Why would you follow failure?
Why follow one who died?
Because he is the love of God
Born in flesh to be
The way the truth the life
Follow follow me
Brian Fahy
20 November 2022
Erris Poetry 