Emptying the toy box of my heart
Old soldiers without limbs
Cars without wheels
Airplanes missing wings…
Such distant boyhood memories…
Wars fought – won – lost
What have I become?
My complex mind
Forever computing
the daily input of knowledge
as I seek truth
deep inside my core
refusing to be caught up
in this phony war…
A masquerade of lies
of conflicting ideologies, faith, values…
Peace pursued with aggression!
As I make my stand
in no man’s land
Shelled by both sides…
This war to end all wars
Vietnam – Troops wearing peace badges
Playing hippy music – smoking weed
Destroying with napalm…
All who oppose…
Fighting for each other
Brave men – Good men
Now the army of the disillusioned…
Like us all shuffling along
blinded by the fumes
of the meat grinding media machine…
My only agenda – to survive
Stay alive – not get stuck in the wire
dragged down – to drown in the mire
The last post a distant soundtrack
as I weep, tired, weary
understanding nothing
except my love for Indiana
my daughter – my bub!
Unconditional – strong
Unlike my faith in God
Whose love I doubt
Inverted pride mixed with fear…
Oh! to be set free
from such insanity
that grips – rages in my head…
Forever tormenting my mind
A prisoner of shame and guilt…
Wash me in your precious
blood, my saviour
Bind our wounds
Heal this broken land….
Urban Dandy London 
This is brilliant Mark, hits the spot!