N’est-çe Pas

[Pendragon]

N’est-çe Pas

Somewhere there’s music playing on beat-up guitar,
Singer is a homeless man praying he can get enough cash to eat.
Long ago he answered to his country’s call and went to war.
He’s got a nice purple heart and medal for bravery but he’s on the street.
‘Nother man ‘nother city did two tours of duty back in Vietnam.
Came back home found hostility because of wildbuck Lieutenants over there.
He just did his duty, lost an arm and an eye but they don’t understand.
It just takes a couple bad apples to rot the whole barrel anywhere.
He did his duty and went off to where they sent him, no questions.
Cause he was red, white, and blue, my friend, right down to his heart.
He came back, his son was born with no arms and they have no suggestions.
Things like that can pull the biggest patriot boy apart.
They that live by the sword one day are gonna die by the same sword:
And seems to me, child, we’ve come a long, long way from Valley Forge…

Pendragon
© 12/20/07

[kiz_paws]

How beautifully said. Your poems always grab my heart, Pen. Thank you for You! :)

[motherhubbard]

Magnificent, Pen. It’s a shame that so many veterans end up homeless. It’ is a timeless problem. I wish people would think about it when there is talk about supporting the troops. I have a friend who came home from Laous very broken, but tried to start over and have a family. He lost three babies to birth defects and he has suffered other Agent Orange related problems like throat cancer. He had all of his limbs, but he lost a lot more.