I know there are
Guys like me
Who get letters of
“Please send me”
From every cause
There has ever been
And feel like crap
‘Cause you cannot send
The money
That you would like to.
I am haunted
By the fact that I
Am not loaded
To the sky
With dough
That I could send
To them
Who badly need
A helping hand.
To guys that fought
And somehow won
But came back home
Missing one
Now must wheel
Themselves about
On wheels that
Turn by hand,
Of which they’re short.
Our hearts are full
Of sad regrets,
That government
Does not its best
To forestall pained
And anguished minds
To which they are
So much inclined.
If we who
Have gone the route
Would storm and cry
And loudly shout
Perhaps we could get
The coin they waste
On wars and pork
(A lousy disgrace)
And take care
Of those who need
More than love
And sympathy.
by Cpl. Robert L. Cook
Jan. 1942-Sept. 1945
Ok so I’m not going to ask you to fan me because I didn’t actually write any of these except one or two of them… but I do ask that you comment and vote these poems mean so much to me and a lot of people all across the world.
