Vets Are War's Debris, the Wreckage After

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Vets are war's debris, the wreckage after.
Even as we honor those who died,
The amputees, the traumatized, the drifters
Endure for us the wounds that saved our lives.
Remember them at tax time and when voting;
Allocate what amply meets their needs.
No obligation is more plain or pressing,
Shining like a spotlight on our dreams.

Copyright by Nicholas Gordon. Free for personal or non-commercial use.

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