#dedication-to-vets
Taketh the weapon's
Out of the young
Poor man's hand's;
And replace the gun
In the palm's
Of the old, rich beastly men;
Send the young boy's
Home
Who art but eighteen;
Let the greedy
Fight their own war
For their oil, gold, and papery green.
©Brandon Nagley
©Lonesome poets poetry
Nov 11, 2015
Nov 11, 2015 at 11:10 AM UTC