Mercy For A Veteran

March 10, 2009
By Skylar BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
Skylar BRONZE, Boise, Idaho
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Bruised and battered
On a concrete wasteland
Drivers fly by
Their hearts tells them to help, but their life says otherwise.

Standing, hoping, praying
Wondering if there is any love in the world any more
Does no one feel for this battle-torn war veteran?

Hopes die
Pink and orange sherbet skies start to fade
One more heavy day
Starts to say good night.

A sliver of love starts upon the horizon
A chariot of hope creeps to a gracias halt
A hand filled of love and compassion extends to give
The veteran thanks him for the green gold.

Bruised, battered, and loved he makes his way home.

The author's comments:
This is an assigniment that I did for English class. the idea for this poem comes form an image that I had to describe in my own way.

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