it hurts in the heart
when heroes are have-nots
after giving their all,
what’s left that they’ve got?
how many more vets will fill their cupboards with clocks?
how many more lives will pay the exorbitant cost
since health ain’t free or sold at loss,
it seems it was long lost
in that place where the war was.
now we find folks forgot
how foes brought fights fought,
take for granted what they’ve got,
giving big deeds little thought
when honor is selfishly half-sought,
selfless?
it is not.
we’ve seen what that’s wrought;
far from the peace we sought
a figurative hell but its cold, not hot
it ain’t literal, but still its critical
and truly despicable,
to treat lifesavers worse than criminals.
Some things are learned,
but never taught
so now and then,
spare searching thoughts.
you think its work; but it’s really not.
So take advantage, ‘fore chance is gone.
hit your limit, and go beyond;
you’re never short, going long.
you have the right to prove doubt wrong.
we came from one; so every one belongs
the poor, the rich, the old, the young.
you cannot lead those you leave behind.
there’s a detriment to that design;
a colour outside of lines.
where mindless fools make fools lose minds
and in a sad state; they've sacrifice saints.
estranged, to a stranger they pray.
solemnly, some will say:
‘we’ve simply gone astray,
somewhere along the way’
but when wiser ways breed better days,
it’ll be known without seeing or saying it.
the truth will grow without need for feeding it.
felt in your bones and you’ll even be bleeding it;
it won’t be a boast to believe in it.
these simple self-reflections
spot ego-built deceptions.
as intermittent intellectual intervention
pares prideful, porous perception;
rescinding regression, it’s purely progressive.
and in immaculate conception,
loose leaved lines’ll lay
layered with lessons;
words weaved tired, but tested;
learned, not suggested.
wisdom writ better
than the best of them.
not rested,
’til the rest of them
appreciate what was given in
by heroes that have come and gone,
how hard done heroes have been honored wrong;
they were our foundation all along.
you see, it’s soldiers’ shoulders we stand upon
Fᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴏsᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴠᴇs ᴀɴᴅ sᴜʀᴠɪᴠᴏʀs ᴡʜᴏ ɢᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs, I ɢɪᴠᴇ 𝘱𝘰𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ.
