Pretty Petty’s Poem for The Military
Welcome to this special issue. This is part of “Pretty Petty Poetry”. We want to say thanks with this poem.
Home From the War
By: Anonymous
He's a different man since the war.
Drinking, smoking, tattoo on his arm.
Where is the man I knew from before?
The one that laughed and loved to farm.
Taken by draft for a cause not his own,
But willingly went and paid his dues.
He saw the worst of humanity sewn.
He returned to find even worse abuse.
They spit on him, mocked him, stole his respect.
More damage done here than bullet or bomb.
He never could quite overcome the effect.
The man that I knew died in Vietnam.
He still eats and he sleeps, but nothing left to say.
The crops gave way to weeds,
The cattle all gone away,
And there's nobody left to sow the seeds.
He's a different man since the war.
Drinking, smoking, dilapidated farm.
Where is the man I knew from before?
The one that laughed and loved to have me on his arm.