He told me about the war <br /> Amongst themselves their own fellas <br /> And the grog the jails the police <br /> He did not want to talk about the women <br /> Ne’er mention their fear <br /> Ne’er mention the children <br /> The despair <br /> Told me how the relatives just fell down dead <br /> With Whiteman’s bottle <br /> Tucked wonderfully under their cheeky smiles <br /> Eyes wide open as death hovered <br /> In painful last hours <br /> Oblivion was <br /> Their best friend so often <br /> All <br /> Sad men black men <br /> Dead Men<br /><br />Paul Buttigieg<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sad-men-black-men-dead-men/
