An Ex-Military Poem by Chan Mongol

AN EX MILITARY


They forgot my ex military father,
They didn't need him after the war.
No more parade, no roll call, no action,
No more patriotism and no inspiration!
No Pension, rehab and no honor,
No discipline, no chest out and order!
He was with the winner British Army,
Well disciplined, like a honey bee!
He was always ready to die,
Commands, he never had to deny!
A machine, a loyal, a fighter,
To fight for the British ruler.
A well trained courageous soldier!
He was a rare, an honest and sincere.
Always ready to dedicate, to sacrifice,
In the frontline for an ultimate price!
For good rules, for victory and glory,
To respect his oath, to never feel sorry!
Until he was detached forever,
Until they ended their First World War!
No unit, section, platoon and parade!
For a fighter, one against hundred.
After, as a civilian he became lonely,
Adjustment was hard as a one man Army.
They forgot my ex military father,
They didn't need him after the war.
No more parade, no roll call, no action!
No more patriotism and no inspiration.
The civil society did not accept my father,
For, he was bold, straight forward and smarter.
He was with the honest British without fears,
He had to be against Turks, homeland betrayers.
In that first horrible World War,
He was a military man for the British Empire.
But after the war was done and British won,
What did his Employer gave him in return?
They abandoned him within enemies,
They let enemies kill him in his premise!
No contact, no transmission,
Because, he was no more in the platoon.
When 'Das Krieg war Aus'!
He came back in his house.
Leaders sucked enough blood in political policy,
Soldiers were valueless, worthless, unnecessary.
Soldiers of India seemed orphans and defeated,
What an injustice government created!
No return! No respect for the ex- military!
No good living for the army family!
Society did not accept my father after war was over,
Because, he was an ex British soldier.
He was with the ruling British Christians,
Against Turks and those fraud Sultans.
A young lad from TRIPURA, then one India,
In the frontline with Russell infantry in BASRA.
He wrote a postcard to his dad about his promotion,
But 1971 took his life and his letter was gone!