The Heart of a Lamb Courage of a Lion
By Bob Curran
What is hurt, what is pain, let me tell you and hope it does not rain.
Hurt began every Friday, Pay Day, Father drinks it on the way home,
We might as well be targets against Lions in Rome.
Mother afraid but asks what is left ?
As usual the answer left us bereft, it’s on the favourite at 4.29
If it wins we can buy some Wine. What about food for the week said she?
A Slap and Scream are what we heard first, blood and tears Mum needed a nurse.
Then the hard work began, choosing, who is leaving or staying with Dad.
Two of us left and two of us stayed. Why did it always had to be that way?
It made us mad, and now we know, it will always be that way.
No reckless abandon, fun or games, it hurts, it hurts, but won’t give the game away.
He died on the day man went to the moon,
For us it was not a minute to soon.
Mum was a victim, and so you see her choice in men, seemed to be always that way.
It continued with others, until the day I went away.
To the Army at 15 a CHANCE I pray!
Little I was, and a champion too, that meant nothing to the paedophile zoo,
They buggered me and made me aware, I didn’t have a man who really did care.
The police don’t believe me, so what is the point? I will get them my way don’t worry
I became a top boxer, because I felt the need to prove myself.
I drove myself almost obsessed, with the vision in my head I was gonna make rest.
A British champion I became, in 73, believe me, this was not for Me.
An Army Commando too, just to prove I was not him,
I am not him, but the person within.
My Army career died because I couldn't get the rage within, In a corner to settle
whilst I tested my mettle,
Regrets I have many and not just a few.
However I am me, not you, and I am not going to that Zoo!!!!