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Gulf War Syndrome

They say there’s no such thing.
They say Gulf War Syndrome,
just isn’t real.
But they can’t explain my sickness.
They can’t explain my memory loss.
They can’t explain my dizziness!
How do you explain it then?
I am only 32 and I have Lou Gehrig's disease.
Don’t look at me that way!
You don’t have to drop any money in my pot,
But you have no right to look at me that way.
I fought for our nation,
I fought so we could remain free,
And all I got in return was pain and poverty.
I used to be like you….
A wife, kids, a house - the American dream right?
Beware, the dream is a fragile thing, susceptible to blight..
It cracked for me when I first started losing my balance,
and then it shattered when the Lou Gehrig’s came on.
The army, who I fought for so valiantly,
wouldn’t admit the reality of the Gulf War Syndrome,
so I get no pay from them, I cannot maintain my home.
The best thing I could do for my family,
was to leave so they could get on with life.
So here I am forced to beg on the streets,
people either look at me like I’m a dog,
or worse, they just won’t look at me.
Like I don’t exist…..
You, who sat in your cushy office,
while I risked my life.
What right do you have to hold me in contempt?
I hear you laugh to your friend,
and call me a down’n’out.
Well, I may be down but by God I’m not out!