Before Christmas is over us and merry thoughts shouldn't be blurred by sad ones I will post this one for many of my forgotten brothers and sisters out of uniform, out of everybody's life, out of everybody's compassion.
Our Homeless War Veterans.

According to Nation Magazine, there are 131,000 homeless Vets, and about 18 suicides per day among America’s 25 million Vets.

Dedicated on Christmas 2009 to all the homeless and forgotten War Veterans, our brothers and sisters. Semper Fi




Christmas went and Santa didn’t come,
nor Rudolph the rein with the red nose,
no Christmas tree at the end of the alley,
where fingers and toes get cold and froze.

If one kept on wearing rags shredded by time,
can one call them to be the poor man clothes?
that everyone, passing by, don’t looks twice,
just hurry a little more fast, and then…ignore.

Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! to you all!
this Holiday Season had hunger for a few more,
in the company of a never complaining little dog
even the right to the American dream forgoes.

Yes it was Christmas, without family or friends,
not a nice way to awake on Christmas Eve, alone,
with the only warm coming from inside the church
where they celebrate the birth of the Father’s Son.

Back in the alley he will hold the little pet in his arms
sharing with the trembling dog his vanishing warmth,
feeling the despair for a long night, but knowing that
Santa at least had found, for his little brother, a bone.

Christmas came…and went, and you get another year,
to wander the streets until the next wearing red roses,
another lonely Holy Night like this one will come, or,
an angel will take both where there is that final love.