A tired, broken veteran
Eyes grown dim with age
Wanders streets a homeless soul
Where is my countrys rage?

What's happened to our nation
When our veterans are lost
When politics and policies
Can't justify the cost

They served their country, made it home
Though broken they may be
Now homeless in America
A country they kept free

They gave their all for others rights
So they might have their say
With voices they keep silent
While we treat our vets this way

These warhawk politicians
Serve corporate interest well
Bailout banks and Wall Street
While veterans live in Hell

This vet who gave his all for us
Now begs for scraps of bread
No home, no job, no help, no hope
No pillow for his head

So true, a beautiful poem.

Made me feel sad and a fearful of the future.

Your words are very moving and accurate, Soul... the system isn't all it's cracked up to be... I'm sure once the Vets figure this out they'd rather take their chances on the streets. It's to bad that churches don't do more for them... thanks for keeping them in our minds and hearts...