Some wounded warriors shed no blood
But bleed tho, just the same
Oppressive thoughts begin to bud
A nightmare feeds the flame
Their restless nights and hungry days
Are shadows blocking light
As joy departs, a numbness stays
Some lose the will to fight
They stand with signs on corner streets
With wounds that may not show
Like Groundhog Day, each day repeats
Each day another low
As Congress funds the refugee
Undocumented some
A veteran fought for you and me
And hardly gets a crumb
Their sacrifice does now condemn
Yes, apathy’s a threat
They fought for us, who fights for them
Who helps the homeless vet
About the Creator
Earl W. Pearl
I’ve been writing poetry (rhyming mostly) for about 7 years and have recently transitioned to writing novels and short stories. My poetry genres are faith, humor, social issues, politics, pretty much any subject matter.
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You’ve captured a sad ongoing reality so vividly. Great poem and top story in my book.