by Tim Chiu
How it is - the sacrifice and duty of our noble vets - a rhyming poem.
|Balking towards abilities.
Pulse and latent enmity;
Might involve the chest with ease.
Noble source, reality.
Decades later, choose belief;
Lost are years and scars persist.
Decisions made cause major grief,
Visit meaning, pause that fist.
Politics must drop the hammer.
Noble warriors now aggrieved;
All the chaos, filth, and clamor.
A once proud flag will be achieved.
Every person knows the part,
Focused angels looking on -
Time to make a gain, a start -
All that history, days are gone…