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Published on Nov 11, 2011
Hey Vet a vd poem by marco
I stand here One leg on the bottom step On the stairs above me Thinking deliberately About just the right next moment To lift my other leg Just the right way So my next step Won't trip me up And leave me in a wheelchair The rest of my life.
And I create this poem As I think it.
hey vet take a look at yourself and smile at what you're made of
we are the 99% we gave 100% 110% really
ain't a zero sum game ennit?
we get any real respect or just buy one get one free off the kiddy menu at dennys and apple bees?
you say you support the troops? where's my frickin' healthcare. why am I missing teeth when root canals would've cost you pennies on the dollar why do bush and clinton and obama keep moving me in and out of Priority group 7! when did the gi bill become in reality an insurance program not a benefit why does my college degree get me no new jobs no raises no additional health benefits and no burial coverage unless I wanna just go in one of those statewide rows?
why does my eczema only respond to agent orange meds and I'm afraid to even find out if gulfwarsyndrome meds would actually get rid of it!
oh you fund raise off of me you make yourself look good you get yourself elected you line your pockets you say you support the troops you wear your shed, right and true colors one day you think a meanstreak and you talk a mean line and say you can't thank me enough then pardon my french where's my fucking healthcare.
and why are one out of four homeless panhandlers and will-work4food signs my brothers and sisters?
I'm a veteran I'm the neo urban american warrior society I bury my dead, I take care of children and elders whether they're mine or not I think large thoughts on behalf of you and me and everyone else And lastly me, really. I'm the warrior society, the 99%, the bled, the light and the glue. I served all of yall