My father fought in Burma <br />At the time of World War Two <br />He didn’t hate the Japanese <br />He just hated what they’d do <br />When they went into a village <br />That the Japanese had left <br />They'd find children wrapped upon barbed wire <br />Bayonet wounds in their chests <br />He rarely spoke about it <br />Like others of that time <br />He left the army as a sergeant <br />With damage to one eye <br />But the damage was far deeper <br />And was not easily discerned <br />For what lived on inside of him <br />Was the horror that he’d learned.<br /><br />David Keig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/burma/
