For many a years i fought for
your freedom on this land.
I saw many friends and soldiers
die in my hands.
I fought with a syringe and
knife in my hand.
my fighting was was not
done with guns and
grenades.
My fighting many times was to
keep my comrades from dying.
My service how it changed me.
You send me home i find i am
jobless for nothing transfers
over from the military to civilian.
For now all i have done for you
i start anew as if my service
never matter to you.
My time i serviced.
The comrades i saved only has
value to me it seems.
Where is the loyalty?
The outstretched hands as if
to say thank you can i help.