By Marsha Burks
Megehee... The Poet Warrior
color guard held Old Glory high.
It was Veterans Day in the Town Square.
There stood an old soldier...a tear in his eyes
In his uniform...pressed, but threadbare.
could tell he'd worn it each Veterans Day
With his medals, all polished and bright.
He spoke to the crowd..."There's a price to pay
When we send off our young men to fight!
God and Country...and Uncle Sam
For the freedom of those who aren't free
France, the Philippines, Korea, Vietnam
And those wars that are still yet to be!
boys left behind...trouble my mind
When this old soldier can't sleep at night.
It's been many years...since Nixon resigned.
Our Missing Ones must be made right!
son's MIA...It was sixty-five
Mother prayed each night...till she died
Her final whisper..."I know he's alive!
And I pray our God's by his side!"
God's Truth too long
Heroes...led away...hands tied
This great country has nothing to say!
know next year that I won't be here
Like this uniform...I've seen better days.
Honor our Veterans...then shed my tears
our missing sons...so far away! ''
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