by Vera Spitz
I still hear your voice in my mind's ear.
You left me with the warning
not to believe all that I hear.
You told me that the daily news
never reveals the total story.
You parroted your commander's views
- who only focuses on the glory.
Now I pray I'll not hear word of you
until you walk back through our door.
I'll fly the flag, red, white and blue,
while you're on a distant shore.
But these colors will only fly for you -
for the cause itself is tragically untrue.
~
Copyright © 2007 - Vera Spitz
Published: 9/20/07 · Author's Page · Next Poem