Wallstreet VetsA Poem by Jacob B.
Wall-street bankers buy about,
while vets are left to lie about. In there big houses with all the cars, in the streets with all the dogs. Healthy and loved, Sick and disowned. Filling up land for new buildings like malls, filling up grocery carts for shelter tonight. The ones with no cares in the world, the ones who no one cares about in the world.
© 2015 Jacob B.Author's Note
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StatsAuthorJacob B.AboutIm amateur writer. I write all kinds of stuff and like trying different styles in everything. more..Writing
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