Number 22

22 Veterans die each day, this is in their honor, and those struggling today.

In a dark cloud, I walk, of pondering

Cold steel in hand, what a smooth way to end

Twenty-one found themselves surrendering

Chambering the round, this steel is my friend

 

Shared by the others suffering the same

Waterfall of tears, smooth stream never ends

Cold steel, chambered, at the read… I take aim

Wait! Whispers in my ear, soft hope befriends

 

I can’t, I can’t �" not today, hope brings tomorrow

Twenty-two I would, twenty-two not I

To Hope’s whispers I reached out to borrow

Another day. Don’t let the others die!

 

Nation’s patriots suffering from war

You maybe their hope knocking at the door!