So Proud

Thirty years ago I made it home,

Thirty years later I feel alone.

Nam was unpopular as wars should be,

Their purpose in common, oppressed people to free.

Again we are at war in lands far away,

I want to do more, to do my part.

I’ve ribbons on my truck, wishing them well;

As any Vet will tell you, war is hell.

I’d do anything to take their place,

For I have seen combats ugly face.

When the first shots fired, arguments for war go mute.

Politicians start wars, the military shoot.

I still remember my friends that died.

I still remember, remember that I cried.

When our troops come home I’ll be in the crowd.

I’ll be standing tall, standing proud.

Michael “Poet” Monfrooe