A Soldier's ShameA Poem by Heart Of A Wolf
I returned home today
But why i came back
I cannot even begin to say.
For here is more hatred than in Iraq.
I walked down 2nd avenue
And saw a begger asking for scraps.
On his back were clothing torn askew
And on his feet, newspaper wraps.
Barely visible amidst the grime
Were wings of tarnished silver,
Worn down by mud and time
As a rock is by the river.
The stranger slapped his hand away
And told him to get a f*****g job.
Does he even know he price the begger paid
So the stranger could eat cavier and cod?
"This", I thought in my mind
Is the thanks that we recieve
For losing those we left behind
Our brothers, whose bodies we couldn't retrieve."
I hung my head in shame
For this land i call my own.
I prayed for the begger with no name
And invited him to my humble home.
© 2008 Heart Of A Wolf
Added on May 30, 2008
Heart Of A Wolf
AboutHello everyone. I guess i'll tell you a little about myself. I first started writing poetry when i was only 10. I had read Frost's "If", and "In Flander's Fields", and from then on i have been hooked .. more..