STREETS
Looking for inner peace,
Minds of the weary walk miles of cold concrete,
Trails of life shade the streets dark shadows,
Guilty thoughts release,
Love, fear, tears tear my heart.
Walking these cold streets,
Souls of veterans search miles with blood surging their veins,
Strife of life and war crimes have put us here with no relief.
Homeless veterans survive,
The streets glow of holiday cheer,
Peace is no where near.
The streets make them yearn for a happy retreat.
Cold nights and hunger make my mind continue to wander,
Memories of trauma still make me look here on the streets.