VETERANS DAY 2018
Poets, we were soldiers, paid in blood,
We see your world — it’s not for this we died:
Men shamed if they don’t look or pray like us,
or taunted for the gender of a spouse.
Monuments and homelands up for sale,
vast wealth stolen by a privileged few.
Fleeing children turned back at a wall
or captured, torn from parents’ arms and drugged.
Bullets tearing through your kids at school.
A foreign power tilts your voting booths.
Poets you must unsheathe your pens again,
Instruct our leaders what they hold in trust.
For still our better angels hover near.
We died for you, now summon them for us.