John W. Fox
THE VETS ARE HERE
We thought the vets had all come back
To live in principality.
Instead we find that many vets
Cannot discern reality.
We thought the vets would all be home,
Inside their homes with family
Without the need for deadly dreams
Or the use of vile profanity.
Though many of the vets came home
To live in clear neutrality,
Several more make up the core
Of the nation’s criminality.
Some are hiding out the hate
They feel for blatant fallacy
While others hide out in the woods
Untrusting in totality.
At intersections you can see them
Begging in humility
And mostly we just treat them all
With utter incivility.
A few have died while on the street;
The headstones mark finality;
While some, I know, are far away
Locked up in their insanity.
The dead, the living, crazed and sane
Make up our new plurality;
We meld in with the mainstream
Of today’s mixed up society.
©Copyright by John W. Fox (Date Unknown)