GOD Forgives, I Don’t By Russell T. Ivey
He’s a throwback, a combat vet A no frills, scoot ridin’ so and so Caveman, whose dialect Excludes anything politically correct A veteran, America’s best Wears his dog tags upon his vest Converted memoirs of another day Confirming ‘this dog’ has earned ‘his day’ His mind bares still the scars of war A burning threshold, an open door Hinges of irony, refusing to bind Awaiting his ‘brothers’ still left behind The freedom of riding affords him first hand Reasons he fought in that foreign land For country and family inherit the peace While only the ‘ride’ affords his release Allow him his solace, give’ em what's due Never shall we know what he’s going through Doubt not his resolve. Pray he gets by Old soldiers, it’s said, never shall die
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