Wednesday, January 14, 2015

The Veterans You Never See

Locked away in the halls you'll find, the veterans who've lost their minds.
The things they've seen tormented and torn, leaving them tired, angry and worn,
Some have lost limbs, families too, and the friends they had-- don't know what to do.

In every country, in every nation; veterans are afflicted
The orphaned widows and children abandoned by systems
With endless victims trapped in a cloud.

The days of youth slowly pass by, as veterans lay in beds wondering if they were better off being dead.
Sunni's, Shia, Hindi, Chaplains, Priests and numerous others try to mend the divide.
While mothers, daughters, wives and children wring their hands and can only cry. 

For the pain and suffering born of war
Avenging the act consumes the mind 
By many of those left behind

Does the pendulum ever stop to allow rational minds to agree
On accords that will serve all, not just the few?
So lives may be lived and tears will be no more

While healing hands comfort the soul
And children can play without rubble hills
And the stories of elders may be passed on down

Cultures preserved, but allowed to evolve
So young are not afraid to speak their minds
Extremism is not the norm

Pick up the pen 
And write your lines
Of pain, hurt, and troubled lives

So younger generations 
Will understand bearing arms does not make the man
The example one sets is all one has.



Note:  Poetry grants me reprieve from the harshness that I've seen.

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