Warriors’ Worth

Forgotten ones

The "Left behinds"

Their arc of life

Is one unkind

Soldiers

From the World's

Hot zones

Return Stateside

And have no home

Averted eyes

A ragged quilt

We drop stray coin

To ease our guilt

Of honor shown

There is a dearth

We fail to own

Our warriors' worth

Huddling round

A flaming bin

They wear their hope

Like tattered coats

And burn

Their brittle dreams

For meager proof

Against

The cold

Their

Quiet

Stories

Die

Untold...