07/07/2022
BOYS WERE MEN
Silently sit the scribes, as the story slowly unfolds,
for them to write of a war that robbed a country of it's
soul.
We were young and strong when we went away to war,
where we killed some g***s and f**ked their wh**es.
We returned home to a generation of weak-willed men,
where we were forced to hide the shame of where we'd
been.
For men who served the cause, then returned to sacred
ground,
combat brought no applause, nor accolades, nor crown.
We did our duty and never understood what we had to
hide,
for fifty years we locked our memories deep inside,
but, no matter how hard we tried, ...............
we could never forget the things we did to survive,
...............or that it was for us our brothers died.
For those through war, who know all too well,
the stare of men who have been through Hell.
We dreamed the dreams that never went away,
and often wondered if we should have stayed.
Now, my life still feels like I'm in the middle of a war,
but, my battle cry is only a whimper, I've lost my roar.
I've fought life's battles, and I am weary and bruised,
I've reached the point where I feel I'm going to lose.
I Still dream the dreams of when I was young and strong,
...............and as I wonder what went wrong,
I know in my mind and in my heart, it won't be long,
but for now, I can hear the thunder, ...............
and I can still remember when ............... boys were men.
© By: Vernon L. Francisco 07/02/2022
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