I was asked to drop my rifle
Leave it on the field
Told the take off my cover
No need for it
They removed my rank
Stripped me of my name tapes
Asked me to take off my ribbons
These decorations can’t be taken
All they said would remain was my dog tags
They would give this to my mother, along with a folded flag
Everyday we bury 22 veterans
Everyday my hearts breaks into 22 pieces
I will not stop showing my pain
Though the world has stop caring
Day #317 SJD © 2019 Segundo Juan Devora. All Rights Reserved.
Segundo Juan Devora 