Originally written in Feb 2009 after I heard that a third of the homeless folks were veterans and a ninth were combat veterans. I read this at a poetry slam in Monterey CA 20150219 and won first prize $20.
That homeless guy out on the corner, Carrying a sign that says he’s hungry; Maybe he’s just a drunk or a ‘stoner’, But he might be that one-out-of-three. That one-out-of-three is a veteran, Who in uniform served his country. There’s a good chance he has an addiction, Or is still suffering from PTSD. One out of three of those ones-out-of-three Fought in one of America’s wars. Did he scream on a beach in Normandy, Or did he at Inchon go ashore. Did he hunt Charlie in a rice paddy? Was he in the Balkans, or lost in the sand? One out of three of those ones-out-of-three, Were the heroes who once took a stand. If you can spare a few dollars, then feed them. If not, at least hear what they say. Their country may no longer need them, But they don’t deserve to be thrown away. They might not have all bled in battle, But each one came home a casualty. With your help, they may someday be able To leave the ranks of the one-out-of-three.
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