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Jan 2018
I'm alone in a world I don't understand.
As
Politicians line their pockets with the graves of our young women and men.
When will it all
end
My brother a  
Marine lies in a grave
As the rain washes it away
Just a number
Another body
For the politicians to line their pockets with.

A simple fact.

not one remembers
His name.
Troy
Written by
Troy  47/M/USA
(47/M/USA)   
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