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Mercenary Poem


Where is the honor
for a country
where your women
and your children
cannot even
walk their streets
without fear
Where is the honor
for a government
that gives you
but pious words
but a park bench
cardboard blanket
and a hard pillow
for your wounds
Where is the honor
when you shout
those hollow words
for freedom
for justice
for liberty
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Posted: Aug 26, 2017

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