Memorial Day - For Whom?

battlefield death - no celebration. . .

he lives in a tent. . .

under the bridge!

eats from the garbage bin

behind the IHOP

drinks from the hidden bottle

swiped from the liquor store -

brought home, no coffin, no body bag

he dies another horrific death. . .

every day he awakens

a Bronze star still pinned to his chest

. . .

©Russell Kendall Carter, BA. MAT. Dlitt.

 

This poem is about: 
My country

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