A Soldier's Shame

I returned home today

But why i came back

I cannot even begin to say.

For here is more hatred than in Iraq.

 

I walked down 2nd avenue

And saw a begger asking for scraps.

On his back were clothing torn askew

And on his feet, newspaper wraps.

 

Barely visible amidst the grime

Were wings of tarnished silver,

Worn down by mud and time

As a rock is by the river.

 

The stranger slapped his hand away

And told him to get a f*****g job.

Does he even know he price the begger paid

So the stranger could eat cavier and cod?

 

"This", I thought in my mind

Is the thanks that we recieve

For losing those we left behind

Our brothers, whose bodies we couldn't retrieve."

 

I hung my head in shame

For this land i call my own.

I prayed for the begger with no name

And invited him to my humble home.

Reviews

[Edmond Dantes]

nice, and this is coming from a former soldier. i gave some random begger 5bucks today-i think he went right to the liquer store though.