I Can't Believe They Have Forgotten Me On Veterans Day

To think that I have been forgotten,
As I look like trash walking down the street.
People don’t salute or wave at me,
They stay away like I’m not someone to meet.

My sleeves are torn because I used them,
To make myself a fire to keep me warm.
The pants are black with grease and oil,
From my house that was blown by the storm.

The soles on my army boots have a thousand holes,
From the weary walk on the lonely pavement roads.
My bearded face is dirty and my mouth is warted,
From starvation and eating frogs and toads.

I’ve lost my benefits and my wife of two years,
To a stinking economy that takes and gives nothing in return,
The shirt on my back has lost the army green color,
As the hot sun continues to penetrate and my skin is burned.

The fake gold on my purple heart has began to fade,
From the elements our mother earth endures from pollution.
And I can’t believe my country has forgotten about me,
Asking this veteran to turn himself in to an institution.

I Can't Believe They Have Forgotten Me On Veterans Day

oscarelizondo

Harlingen, United States

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There are still bitter veterans that walk the streets unnoticed. I have talked to some in my life, and it’s hard to believe we had forsaken them. They choose not to come in because they are still lost.

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