The Veteran

He lives in his battle fatigues with his blood-stained tags Thinking about how the government was wrong about Another war we shouldn't have fought It keeps repeating like clockwork Hearing the bombs and cries of the parents For their dead children Night after night, he sees the bloody faces Of his platoon reaching out to him He can smell the rotten corpses and the gunpower As he imagines the sound of bullets hitting the tanks And the helicopters flying around his room Trying to land It's all the things he can't explain To his family and friends at the VA It never stops Until he put his gun to his head And pulls the trigger