A veteran faces a knife attack |
DISGRACE He fought the enemy in Korea And saw his buddies die; He was wounded in battle, Scarred in mind, soul and eye. This man lived to tell the story, That we at home should not forget; He was one of many soldiers Who remembers it all, even yet. Locked away were the memories That time alone could not erase; He thinks often of his comrades And sometimes sees their face. To come back home and try to make A difference in the way of life, He worked to raise his children; Supported by a loving wife. The soul began to heal a bit, As they live out their years; The pain may sometime fade away, Yet there are still unshed tears. The eyes see a brighter future, Peace finally seemed to shine; A veteran who respects the flag, Who fought for freedom - yours and mine! Now I hear that he was threatened By a "man" wielding a knife; Who swore and wanted a fight And had no respect for life. It takes a stronger man to walk away, From someone who is in your face; He returned from the Korean War To meet with this disgrace. Could be the "man" had been drinking Or might have just been mean as hell; But he's lucky that the veteran Didn't have his gun and shell. He put away the weapons of war, And vowed never again to kill - He stands up for the good in life And probably always will. So the disgrace I write about Is not that he didn't fight; It's about the surly belligerence Of the one who's not too bright! A cage for animals that prey On decent folks, and doesn't care That this man fought for him, too; On Christmas Hill, way over there. Countrymom 6/1/03 |