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.
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