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(brief renderings) Joe Fazio


Unsung Hero's


Unsung Hero's

Many have been wounded on the
battlefield of life. Wounded, in
their homes, streets and back
alleys of social interaction.

In the battle to survive, are there
more formidable enemies, than
grief, loneliness, illness, poverty,
and lost love?

So many, although seemingly
defeated, by an army of foes,
to opposition of life and living,
they fight...go on.

Countless millions, are wounded by
emotional bullets...lethal grenades
of death, taking a loved one... and the
machine gun fire, of cancer and
other devastating diseases.

Yet, with a courage that can not be
measured, these unsung heroes
...go on.

Let there be a Congressional Medal
Of Honor, for life, for those unsung
heroes and their unyielding courage. Let
them know, in their time of need,
we shall provide them with, they emotional
medicine and care they require.
Love, compassion and understanding.

The next time, the word 'hero' is spoken,
look around, for on the battlefield of
life, there are millions, 'of unsung hero's.'



© Joe Fazio

Submitted: Saturday, January 30, 2010

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