Daddy, Come Home!

a young woman holding
two babies stands by
a soldier's grave...

while the would be politicians
keep pimping for the vote,
and Wall Street keeps on

doing business as usual.
with her foot she brushes
the leaves from the marker...

and the oldest child whispers,
daddy, come home!

poem by Eric CockrellReport problemRelated quotes
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