Well someone out there might like my poem. There is always hope (and a thick skin)
IF SOMEDAY
And if someday, some men call to mind,
If somewhere there's a secret place to find
Where men may pierce the veils of deceit
And see truth clear beyond misty memory's old retreat.
They'll curse us: 'this rotten generation';
For there was no blood in the hedgerows,
There were no running footfalls in the night;
As meek as the lambs we gave all without a fight.
And if someday some men ask: 'How come?'
If somewhere there's a few to beat the drum:
Like men of old born by the oak tree
Who wandered o'er dune and mountain and o'er the salt sea.
They'll curse us etc.
My songs are hearable here if you like:
https://musescore.com/user/292836