He sits in the corner
cold and lonely.
In a jacket
covered in badges.

"I fought the war," he yells
"and yet no reward."
I feel bad for him,
when I walk by.

Around his feet,
plastic bags.
For an umbrella,
a stick and shirt.

The veteran,
he sits, he sits
Alone
Veteran
 
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