I have now deleted from my life,
An army man and an army wife,
Though it sliced me like the knife,
I saw no option.
I questioned not the courage there,
Nor intent to prove a care,
Nor the man of action rare,
But blind obedience.
If I am a parcel of vain strivings tied,
It is a horse’s conscience you provide,
So friendship for truth’s sake has died,
And suffered greatly.
It was the praise of Harry’s sin,
Applauded seven seconds in,
His ominous and passing grin,
Precisely seven seconds in,
That ominous and passing grin,
Which tipped me over.
I've not the time to argue, or,
The energy to make case for,
The pulling from all foreign war,
While ignorance of this magnitude reigns.
© Craig Guthrie
Prince Harry in Afghanistan
Craig Guthrie is from Wirral, UK. You can read more of his work on his blog, Satan is Biting My Ankle