The Veteran

He's burnt obsidian black Tall and handsome as a matter of fact This son on scooter, around Town. If you could see him now He's tireless Veteran with duodenal ulcer That ballooned in the Middle East. He hailed from land of Carib breeze Forgotten sons drenched in pain Suppressed Some faced deportation at their own command, from frustration. At home, in Belize, he's "Yankee" He's self-employed and commands attention, with ambition He's builder of homes Does electrical, plumbing, and landscaping He must stay poised This son without suit and tie. * *