Troops marching home, heads held high,
The lucky ones, that didn’t die.
Bravely positioned within harm’s way,
Confident they could save the day.
Side by side, they stood together,
Liberty, life and justice forever!
For a war torn country, living in the past,
A taste of freedom that cannot last!
The struggle for justice will go on,
But without peacekeepers, hope is gone.
Oppression will be theirs once more,
And their homeland will be rife with war!
But our troops were never welcome there,
Many lost their lives; it wasn’t fair!
Where friend and foe looked the same,
Radicals, comrades – what’s in a name?
Trickery, treachery, they faced it all,
But they were there when duty called.
Now they return to live their lives,
Sons, daughters, husbands, wives,
Picking up pieces where they left off,
Psychologically scarred - a terrible cost!
For although they leave the battle behind
The horrors of wars are theirs for all time!
© Annabel Sheila