<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430715" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Names on War Memorials</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Billy got a gun, <br>When he turned 18<br>Did two tours in Iraq <br>And got a purple heart for free<br>When he arrived home <br>The Mayor gave him a key<br>And said 'how proud' he was <br>'For serving God and country'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Billy was an egg<br>With a brain now slightly fried<br>Watching marching bands<br>And the Batons on the lines<br>Searching for the danger <br>In the Cadillac landmines <br>The sparkles made him dread<br>All the fireworks of July </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Billy arrived home<br>He nodded with cheap grins <br>Said 'How nice it's to be back'<br>Among his fellow country kin <br>His sweetheart gave him kisses <br>To show how much she missed him <br>But found him slightly cold<br>And emotionally distant </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Billy stood outside<br>While everyone soirees<br>With cups of alcohol <br>To hip hop damaged muzak <br>They could not see the man <br>Returned from desert storms <br>But his mother sensed the lost<br>That her little boy was gone </div><div style="margin:10px 0"></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Billie's in the garage<br>Looking pale and rather frail <br>Because the wars now in his head <br>And the faces have him jailed <br>From the orphans to the elders<br>As they whimpered on the stone <br>Too the occupier soldiers <br>Who taught freedom comes in blood </div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>Now Billy has a gun<br>Logged neatly to his temple<br>He know you can't put Band-Aid<br>To a past that's never simple <br>He cries the waste of pain<br>Staring at a family picture <br>Knowing atonement come to rest <br>When the safeties off the trigger </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now Billie's just another<br>Name on a war memorial</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Kevin+Patrick">Kevin Patrick</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=430715" data-title="Names on War Memorials de Kevin Patrick" data-description="Billy got a gun, When he turned 18 Did two tours in Iraq And got a purple heart for free When he arrived home The Mayor gave him a key And said 'how proud' he was 'For serving God and country' But Billy was an egg With a brain now slightly fr..."></div> </div> </div>

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