StrangeA Poem by Oregon123War can be a terrible thing, but the aftermath, can be even more so. please R&R
A man, wrinkled and old
Was sitting on a corner, begging by the grange Wrapped in threadbare blanket shivering in the cold Isn’t that strange? The man had fought in three tours in Iraq The man had fought for a change Yet here he was, sitting on the freeway block Isn’t that strange? The man worked hard and bleed When he worked the soil on a range just trying to make, ends meet, just earning his bread Isn’t that strange? The man had honored his country, staying by his flag and paid his fair share of tax He had seen friends pass and good folk go on and politics mix and interchange Now, a new time has come, and he is too hurt to work and gets the axe Warrior, worker american man, isn’t that strange? © 2016 Oregon123Author's Note
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StatsAuthorOregon123Gresham, ORAboutHello there. You have stumbled upon my profile. I like comic books adventure, classical literature, muder mystery, the paranormal and cryptozoological studies and ambient music by Derek and Brandon Fi.. more..Writing
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