Home Pride
Home Pride
He has been out of country,
for eighteen months.
Served in Afghanistan,
two years now, he says?
He complains about society,
America today.
Other places better than this,
terrible here, he says.
The poor woman, a stranger, trapped,
in the seat to his side.
Drank a lot before the flight,
over and over he says.
Boastful, boorish, brutish and arrogant,
with no ring of the truth to his words.
Contradictions abound, woven tales and webs,
such a hard life he says.
We have all seen the darker side of life,
we learn and move on.
Being part of a solution, not the problem,
is so much better I say.
(Stoic)
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