The Thieves Of Honor Poem by John F. McCullagh

The Phony Hero, the fake marine
with stolen valor, bemedalled chests.
These are the lowest of the low
Who steal the honor due our best.

Those who never took the field
Who never had to face the foe
Common thieves usurp the medals
owed to men who lie in rows.

True heroes lie in Arlington,
Or in a hundred foreign fields
Or else live private quiet lives’
And never speak about their deeds.

The thieves of honor think to gain
high office by casuistry.
But they will only garner shame
Once we expose their perfidy.