Contributor: Ben Riddle

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O fey child of Olympus,
son of Ares, not of Zeus,
what have you become?

Sipping coffee in a coffeeshop,
spitting stories of wars you didn’t fight;
of lives you sought to heal.

My traitor son,
you have forgotten
the way of the warrior;

For what reason now
will people remember
your name?

You are no longer my son,
and I have never been more proud.


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A fourth year student of English and Politics at the University of Western Australia, Ben Riddle is a founding member of the Said Poets Society.