Ridded was he now of his once giant ego
Sorrow and regret walked by his side
All that he had ever truly been
And worn with pointless, arrogant pride
Was cast away from him in anguish
As overwhelmed so completely, he cried.
And as he walked among the gravestones
He once again sensed the futility of war.
A warm breeze blew through the damp jungle
Where once he had fought and survived
He is here to honour platoon mates
Whose futures were so surely deprived.
Yet still to the North of this sad place
The ego of man threatens us all once more.
©Joe Wilson – The arrogance of man…2017