A poem inspired by the anger of an old soldier, angry at the lies and incompetence of an officer when serving in Northern Ireland.

BECAUSE WE PROMISED 

I gathered the guns

Mine and my friend’s

He’d died in my arms

I was out for revenge

 

So I made a Promise

A promise

The road into town was long

 

The Sarge gave me a spliff

So the red rage subsided

I was a British soldier

I was law I would be justice

 

I made a Promise

A promise

The road to the city was long

 

The Officer had blamed us

For all his incompetence

They would cover his fall from grace

We were the stain on the old school tie

 

So we made a promise

An Oath of blood

The road to the city was long

 

We played their game

Went were they sent us

As all British Soldier’s

We were law and were Justice

 

We’d made a promise

An oath with our blood

The road to the city’s not so long

 

We took out the liars 

We made them all sweat

And they paid the price

For their incompetence

 

We’d made a promise

An oath with our blood

The road to the city is closer

 

We kept our promise

To all those who’d fallen

That road to the city

Took a lifetime to walk

 

A promise, an oath,

We kept them all

 

©Coralina Cattrell 2009

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