THE FAKE MASK by Pete Brammer
I have turned my back on the ones I love,
Carefully closing the garden gate,
Tramping my way with a tear in the eye,
To where, my future awaits.
I turn and wave, then let my arm fall,
As family wave back, from beyond the wall.
In uniform proud, I head for the front,
To the battle that has to be won,
But will I join the ones who will die?
Those fathers, uncles and sons,
‘Pray God I be spared’ is all that I ask,
Since leaving my home, I have dropped the fake mask.
A mask that said, ‘I am not afraid’
For behind it lay fear, and great dread,
I have witnessed friends and comrades, so many,
Seriously wounded and dead,
So reverently, their remains, were duly sent back,
I don’t want to be a name, on a memorial plaque.