a land fit for heroes
some come back in boxes,some don't come back at all.
they fight so we don't have to
and far too many fall.
then tere's some who come back broken,
never to be the same,
a permanent reminder that war is not a game.
you can see them under bridges,
in boxes they call home.
no job, no friends, no family,
they face their terrors all alone.
they're the ones who look right through you
as though you were not there,
just another broken hero,
in a world that forgot to care.
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