Mother Freedom’s Beggar Child
Mother Freedom waited at her desk…
draped in its red white and blue…
ready to conduct another interview
with an old soldier…returning anew
He had been there many times before
since that old Vietnam War
Across from her….he took a seat
and...as their eyes did meet.
'Mother' he said 'We fought and died for you.
Here we are home...Mother...where we longed to be.
Are you blind…can’t you see me
I am here in front of you to ask
...again…what about me
Are you not up to the task
Where do I go from here...
Mother Freedom…so dear
Agent Orange runs through my veins
and that’s the very least of my pains
I still hear the battle sounds
They still are firing the rounds...
nightly it seems...
until dawns early gleams
I have served you true...can’t you see
now.. Mother…what...what about me...'
Mother Freedom…no longer seated...now just stood...
baring her hands...those being covered with blood
and chained...bound by those…who never understood
©Faye Sizemore 3/2/04
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