Burned and bleeding, cracked and peeling, body broken, senses reeling. Tears are falling, children calling, parents dying, death appalling. Windows shattered, tables scattered, ripped apart those, signs are tattered. Car…
Dear Mr. President
Dear Mr. President, Can you help me please? I think there’s something wrong with me. Doc says it’s disease. The one they call PTSD. Dear Mr. President, I did all…
I am – A poem
I am the oppressed speaking out against tyranny the minority calling for equality the people begging for civility I am you I am me I am jailed I am free…
Veteran’s day 2006
I’m extremely late with this for a couple of reasons. One, I was busy all weekend, and two, I was still writing it. I did not intentionally forget Veteran’s Day.…