Colin F. Jones

FACE VALUE

To his face they called him hero
Behind his back they told a lie
What was gained was less than zero
For this the soldier had to die.
What was his expected duty
Was devalued; lewdly smeared.
To sadness from joyous beauty,
His young pride soon disappeared.
Now with hype and further torment,
They remember those brave dead,
For it is fashionable to comment,
On how the soldier’s blood is shed,
While from the traumas of his duty,
In pain the veteran bows his head.