Payday Comes Once A Year! By Danny Kemp

Tomorrow is Remembrance Sunday in the UK. My contribution in tribute to the dead is cynical and repetitive, reflecting, I hope, war itself. The four ‘O’s’ in the last line are meant to represent…machine gun fire!

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Millions costing pennies that paid dearly for their death.
Lives costing nothing to be thrown to rest.
Scattered parts of bodies that would have been left to lay.
With no lasting memory of the cost they did pay.

Red flows their blood and paints the poppies so bright.
Generations lost forever with no remembrance light.
Those that cared left grieving, was their cost to pay.
Over unforgotten hearts that could have been left to lay.

We salute the dead and pay homage to their cost.
But where now lies the soul of war as everyday more are lost.
The dead have no memory but it’s them that pay.
While the heart of man pays respect on only one obligatory day.

© 2014, Danny Kemp. All rights reserved.

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About Danny Kemp

I was at work one sunny November day in 2006, stopped at a red traffic light when a van, driven incompetently, smashed into me. I was taken to St Thomas' Hospital and kept in for a while, but it was not only the physical injuries that I suffered from; it was also mental ones. I had lost confidence in myself let alone those around me. The experts said that I had post-traumatic stress disorder, which I thought only the military or emergency personnel suffered from. On good days, I attempted to go to work, sometimes I even made it through Blackwell Tunnel only to hear, or see, something that made me jump out of my skin and that's when the anxiety attacks would start. I told my wife that I was okay and going regularly, but I wasn't. I could not cope with life and thought about ending it. Somehow or other with the help of my wife and medical professionals, I managed to survive and ever so slowly rebuild my self-esteem. It took almost four years to fully recover, but it was during those dark depressive days that I began to write. My very first story, Look Both Ways, Then Look Behind, found a literary agent but not a publisher. He told me that I had a talent, raw, but nevertheless, it was there. His advice was to write another story and that I'm delighted to say, I did. The success of that debut novel, The Desolate Garden, was down to sheer hard work, luck, and of course, meeting a film producer.
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2 Responses to Payday Comes Once A Year! By Danny Kemp

  1. Kev says:

    From the air, it looked like a river of blood. It made me think.

  2. Danny Kemp says:

    Shame it all had to be removed.

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