poppy miller


Put Your Money In The Can Man - Poem by poppy miller

Put your money in the can man
Put your money in the pot
To help our country's daughters struggle through
for their bellies they are growing with another in the cot
and one wonders where they came from; was it you?

Put your money in the pot man
Put your money in the can
For all their loyal husbands you named Tommy
Who never did confront you, neither sold you down the pan,
But bravely went to stand nearby the commie.

Put your money in the pot man
Put your money in the can
For you'll not pay the price their Tommy's do.
What will you be doing when they're all left to rot,
Reaching for your club red wine infront of you?

The money in the pot man
Will not pay for what you've done,
But may alter the decision at those gates;
For when your day of darkness overtakes your sun
It may give a little hope as Peter waits.

So put that money in the can man
Till it flows o'er the brim.
Empty all your coffers and your chest.
Have some self respect man, for the likes of him
Who fights for love and freedom without rest.

For our veterans and a message to they who should and could give more to help those in need, for none of them come home untouched by war in some way, either mentally or physically.

Footnote:
Although this poem was written with the two world wars in mind, (especially in certain lines) it still applies to the veterans of today who need help in so many ways.

Topic(s) of this poem: veterans


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2016



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