Veterans of Denial
Veterans of Denial
I stand here holding out my hand
but you just walk on by
I ask if you can spare some change
but you don't hear my cry
you just keep on walking
blind to agony
reaping all the benefits
pleasures of the free
if he could spare a nickel
and you could spare a dime
that’s fifteen cents that I could spend
on bread at supper time
but you just keep on walking
blind to agony
why will you not help the man
who fought to keep you free
By: Jeremy Siedlecki
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