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Wednesday, 19 June 2013

Combat Related Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

Combat Related Post Traumatic Stress Disorder

When in my training did they say “your head will be totally screwed”
At which point did someone say “your faith in God will never be renewed”
Where was I when I was told “your life will be torn from your hands”
Was there even a mention of “roll the dice and just see where it lands”

“Give up any thought of a night of restful sleep, your past must haunt you now”
“Be prepared to scare your loved ones, scream in terror, sweat soaks your brow”
“You won’t be leaving this terrible place, see your friends die again and again”
“Prepare to live your life in awful fear, a life full of misery and mental pain”

“Wait till the backfire from the car going by, diving for cover to everyone’s glee”
“While others laugh at your strange response, you look for an enemy only you can see”
“Your shouts of warning bring sharp looks of fear, now you scare those that you love”
“As the flashback subsides you feel the pain, no life is this should you join those above”

When you know the cost that battle can take, yet help or treatment can be given
No young soldier needs to leave this way; all of these things have already arisen
Surely the cost compared to the pain, moral destruction against the soldier’s need
So little to ask that you care for these men, is the money the cause as these men don’t bleed

Whether physical harm or mental trauma, fight for these men for they fought for you
History will look back on decisions you take, history will reflect on what you choose to do
So small the compassion needed for these, great the change that is brought to their lives
To live as others with no fear of past, to bring up their children and to keep their wives


Sunday, 2 June 2013

I am not gone

I am not gone

I am not gone when the sun goes down, nor when soil is placed atop
They plant a shell in a wooden box, shed no tears don’t ask them to stop
The uniform may lie tattered and torn, think not why no one fills it
When bugles play their haunted tune, we know you will cry a little bit

You won’t find me here where battles raged, look not for me here
I no longer stand to face the lead off hell; no longer will I face the fear
Look for me within your own minds, search for me inside your heart

I am not gone from you my love, I wait with God for our lives again to start



Wednesday, 29 May 2013

True??

For our Veterans

Why must I share with the scum of the race?
The ones who pass by the battle scarred face
Why should my tax pay for their fun?
When we ask for respect these old soldiers get none

So many of our young have turned into scum
They never would have stood and faced down a gun
Yet now they will stand but only in packs
And jest and throw stones at old soldier’s backs

The soldiers have served and paid all their dues
They now look for some help from you
But if a soldier was to stand and beat on the young
The old soldier is the one who gets the back of a judge’s tongue

What crazy land will ask its men to serve in war?
Promise them all they will be cared for
But when they return the country turns its backs
The soldier too much now, the drain on our tax

So the streets fill each day with the cream of our men
Left to their own while the young abuse them
And still we walk with our heads held high

Just open your eyes and ask yourselves why.



Wednesday, 8 May 2013


Change Bereavement Leave

Responsible department: Department for Business, Innovation and Skills



In August 2010 my son died tragically at the age of 23 months. It was at that time I realised every company has their own Bereavement Policy and 3 days off work seems to be the norm also one of those days has to be the funeral. You are entitled to sick leave or you can take holiday entitlement from your employer but you shouldn't have to use sick or holiday leave.

I want the Governement to reveiw this as at the moment they state companies should give a 'Reasonable Amount of Time'.

No time can be put on Grief, but 3 days is NOT reasonable. You have up to 12 months off for the birth of a child and 3 days off for the DEATH of a Child.

So please sign my petition and help me enable to bring this to our governments attention and hopefully in the future CHANGE will happen...


Lucy Herd

Tuesday, 7 May 2013

Goodbye


Goodbye

I wish I had time to say sorry to you, they sent us forward so fast
That stupid little argument we had, now I lie dying in this place
I meant to call you and apologise, to tell you how much I cared
Perhaps there won’t be a chance again, this wound it feels so bad

There is no one around to tell them, no message that I can leave
No medics coming to care for me here, how can I tell you the truth?
So cold right now I don’t know why, please lord just one more chance
I need you to know just how I feel; I love you my dear with all of my heart

I don’t fear losing my life here, if this is my time then let it be so
If only I can get to you, be sure you understand how I really feel
I will pray as hard as I possibly can, survival is not on my mind
I only want to say sorry my love, I will love you until you come



Blindness


Blindness

What soft fragrance passes by now, is this a flower or a perfume
I have learnt in this world we create, never can one assume
I hear soft slip of shoes on the ground, female and smelling so sweet
A simple dream of a vision I see, a wish for a girl I could meet

A lilt comes softly on the wind, I can see her tilt her head back and smile
At least that’s the vision I have for her, the one I shall keep for a while
The sound of soft materials gliding as one, her movement a beauty in grace
With all I have seen with my senses, my mind is sure of a beautiful face

Often people say “I am sorry”, it’s strange that they don’t see I am blind
I smile in kindness and thank them, for they don’t live in the senses of my mind
From anarchy of sounds I stabilise, assemble the person I want it to be
With the confusion of information, a person can be who I want them to be

So when next you meet a blind person, use your eyes to see what you see
Remember what you see is true, what they see is what they want it to be
I fear perhaps you may be mistaken, no pity for the blind may be necessary
If you fear they have lost in such a big way, their world may be quite the contrary