No more time For looking back. My mind ran naked Over those scholarly written prophecies Until I focused on a picture From the war zone Hidden on those back pages Of perversions and advertising. In the barrel of a National Guardsman's rifle. I held back my own tears While standing In line, Waiting to pick up my Unemployment check I folded the newspaper And looked around me At all the other ex-warriors Waiting in line. All material contained on this web site is copyright protected.
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