[Poem] Coming Home

The hero comes home. He wants to sleep.
But the trumpets are blaring.
The newsreels are rolling.
There’s no peace for the hero.

The hero comes home. He wants to sleep.
But his mother weeps with joy.
His children scream for attention.
There’s no peace for the hero.

The hero comes home. He wants to sleep.
But there’s a mountain of bills.
A forest-like lawn.
There’s no peace for the hero.

The hero comes home. He wants to sleep.
But his comrades come visit.
They reek of tobacco.
There’s no peace for the hero.

The hero comes home. He wants to sleep.
But his beard’s grizzled.
His hair’s disheveled.
There’s no peace for the hero.

The hero comes home. He goes to sleep.
But those he’s killed appear in his dreams and greet him.
They wave hearty hello’s. We’ll see you soon. Just wait.

There’s no peace for the hero.

//By Ryo TAKAHASHI

2 Responses to “[Poem] Coming Home”

  1. Samuel says:

    Have you seen the Pacific? The last paragraph remind me of it.

  2. Ryo says:

    Actually I haven’t! It must be some kind of coincidence!

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