They've been to war for you and me.
Yet, there they are on the street.
Missing a limb, or maybe two.
They receive no help from this country they love.
The one they fought for
With courage and bravery.
Yet, there they are on the street.
They can barely make ends meet.
They try so hard,
But it's just not the same.
The war of their past,
They can't escape.
They don't want much,
Just warm food
And a place to stay.
Yet, there they are on the street.
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A Collection of Poetry Book One
PoetryA collection of poems that range from simplistic ideas to my personal feelings. Those that are not about ideas or issues I feel strongly about, are about my feelings and experiences. Total number of poems: 68 {Poetry / Short Story}
