i grew up obsessed
with World War Two
the Battle of Britain
the Normandy Landings
the Spitfire, the Hurricane
Hitler and Churchill
my fingers all sticky
with Airfix glue
i'd pester my Poppa
for tales of his war exploits
not that he'd got much
to tell me about them
"when Monty took Europe
we followed behind
and we cheered"
he'd tell me
and shoo me away
and now on the day
that i read in the paper
of new ultimatums
and World War Three
my childhood obsession
is back with a bullet
all in shock
and in awe
at the lies
i see
Sing The Sun by Wayne Myers