Their names may not yet number enough
to fill a long black wall in Washington; where
tour buses full of the living pay homage to the dead
daily as the wounded and damaged wear ribbons
worth less than the price of a cup of coffee….
All because
the politicians know the dead don’t remember
or at least they don’t vote.
(Unless they're liberals and lived in Missouri, Florida or Ohio) ,
2008 © T S
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Helen Caldicutt told him.