James Edward Lee Sr. Poet Dramatic Verse

Whom Are These Wounded Soldiers-

some have no feet, yet they dance;
some are closed minded yet they chance;
others have hands yet they can't write;
some don't have tongues they speak not;
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others are parables;
some have ears yet they can't hear;
Who, whom am I to judge;
They have hearts yet they don't love;
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Who are these wounded soldiers;

some have eyes yet can't see;
some have noses but can hardly breathe;
Who are those voices words inside my head;
some are alive yet are really dead;
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others are parables;
some have ears yet they can't hear;
Who, whom am I to judge;
They have hearts yet they don't love;
~
Who are these wounded soldiers;

so deserving boys/men going off onto war;
to a war a different world than this one they go in no fear;
some are shot, wounded, scared for life;
maimed, injured, some evening dying leaving mothers, fathers, children and
wife

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others are parables;
some have ears yet they can't hear;
Who, whom am I to judge;
They have hearts yet they don't love;
~
Who are these wounded soldiers;

Who whose am I
Who are they, those wounded soldiers in my life?

8/16/21
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr.©2021

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