These are the hands that have been clasped together in These are the hands that have grasped the cold comprayer for someone to understand
fortable steel of an old trusted friend in hopes of ending the pain and suffering
These are the hands that have been clenched in anger
over those who have never served making us prove we These are the hands that held a family vacation itinerindeed did serve
ary in one hand, and the end in the other
These are the hands that have flailed about speaking These are the hands that God made and Parris Island
jargon others seem to think is a foreign language
perfected
These are the hands that have spent countless hours These are the hands that have saved so many, and protyping rebuttals to the appeals of my appeals
tected so much
These are the hands that have fantasized about being These are the hands that have lost battles, but will
around the neck of so many who say they are there to eventually win the War.
help, but never do
These are the hands that remain clasped in prayer eveThese are the hands that have been thrown in the air, ry night, praying that justice will prevail for me, and
and wishing to wash themselves of the entire process all who suffer from the beast within.
These are the hands that have written farewell notes to These hands paid a dear price for this country. Now it
loved ones; too tired to go on
is time for this country to pay a little back.
These are the hands that have tried to write, hoping to All gave some; some gave all. What has the country
get someone to see what I feel
given to them?
The Warrior Heart November 2014 - 21