The Soldier

Now I have died, think only this of me:
That bank accounts are swollen in my wake.
'Neath freedom's flag the terrorists make free
As bombs go off for oil's or Allah's sake.
I was a dupe, but others close to me
Joined up to throw me to the desert storm:
Ere I was mangled by that IED,
Mum thought I looked so fine in uniform.

From living memory the war to end
All war is gone; poppies are slickly sold,
For which our High Command are glad to pay.
Two minutes' thought - on that I may depend
While this year's crop of babes in arms are told:
Grey suits may likewise honour you one day.

Trouper Broke