Nefarious Judgement

Scruffily, embarrassed you approached

averted your eyes and stumbled upon speech

used to virulent comments lacking knowledge of your renaissance

defoliating all you were once lushly promised

You can tell you've been on the streets a while-

Yet display no sign of drug use, nor the reek of drink

In shame you hold up a soldier's ID

You've seen war, death, destruction-

fought for your country with endless pride...

They abandoned you in the end

another face of a plethora alike in circumstance

who's government failed you in the most horrific of ways

Lucky you have all your limbs, I've seen others in your shoes without

and others without shoes at all.

All you want is a bus ticket to your home, states away

for even that was too much to ask

In desperation you stutter, choking on pride

If I might have a bit of change to spare