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Hit and Run

A body lies broken On the freeway ramp curb. A man once stood there Asking for help With his cardboard cutout Plea for societal mercy. Then a car sped too fast, Swerving to make the green light It was never going to catch In this dimension or any other. Just a moment was all it took. Did you know he was a soldier Who was haunted at night By the enclosed confines of his house Because it too closely resembled The urban landscape he fought in, Faced death in, lost friends in, Got caught in until the web of his mind Couldn't ever forget it Especially when he tried to sleep at night? Did you know he came back And tried to fit in to the community He had been born and raised in But found that the stares and glances Of wonder and horror laced With misunderstanding and pity He didn't need but couldn't escape Were too much for him to bear Because though he could Look the enemy in the eye It hurt too much to see His own father couldn't meet his, And a community takes its cues On how to treat its people From those closest to them, So, soon no one would look him in the eye? Did you know all that when you passed Where he stood every day on the curb Asking for your pity and spare change, Having become the uttermost disgrace In his own eyes, Because don't you know He used to be somebody? Did you know that today, When you made a split second Choice to speed up the turn, He'll be buried in the National Cemetery With an honor guard And a three rifle volley salute, But the chairs will be empty And no one will speak kind words for him, Because he's already been forgotten? How else could you run over him, And drive off with not a glance back?? My conclusion: you're a douche!
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Written by
alyanne-cooper
Published
Jun 28, 2014
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#poem#anger#life#accident#soldier#memorial#veteran#witnessed#douche
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