What Self Righteousness Is Blessed Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

Don't hand me that fight for honor nonsense,
Needing to be won and done by anyone...
With a killing on a battlefield no one shuns.

When hunger and homelessness,
Greets to welcome...
Heros with no place to go, who suffers?

What self righteousness is blessed,
When nothing else is left to give...
Except the expectation of hollow praises.

And the sacrifices made,
Are seldom proven by those who express...
Such great interest in protecting peace.

Who's peace is so valued,
They would neglect with a consciousness...
Those who give their lives to protect it?

And...
With such obnoxious pretense,
They are entitled to feed upon their lofty delusions.