Hello Hans (re-submitted by a chastened writer who noticed the spelling mistakes...maybe that's part of the folk process..don't know why it didn't come up in verse form as printed..can someone help me on that one?

HELLO HANS
(Harvey Andrews)

Well hello Hans,
I was passing so I stopped to say hello,
you don't know me,
and there's no reason now why you should ever know,
you died here,
in some prison camp conditions weren't too bad
was it a wound Hans or maybe the shell shock sent you mad you were twenty
that's what it says upon the stone
I'm trying to imagine what it's like to die all alone
at twenty, before you've had a chance to be half grown
I was passing, so I stopped to say hello

Can you see the child Hans
the little girl who laughs upon you're grave
not yours Hans,
not the ones you went to war to save
see her Father he proudly picks her up and sits her down on your tombstone,
to take photographs that he can show around
he was a young boy at the very moment that you died
maybe you had a little child
to walk proudly by your side
or a young wife
who tried so very hard but still she cried
can you see the little girl laugh on your grave

so goodbye Hans
I'll maybe come again some other time
because somehow that grave that's yours could easily be mine
you see there's wars Hans
men are trained to fight each other still
it goes on Hans
it always has, it seems it always will
so I must go now,
the young men milling round are making so much noise
and as you remember,
when they're together boys will always just be boys
unlike you Hans,
they've never been a country's broken toys
so goodbye I'll maybe come again some other time


HA ^^

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-Joe Offer-