I’m not a hero, though I’m dead
I’m not what politicians say
To justify that I’m this way
When speaching on Memorial Day
“We thank our heroes; bow our heads”
I didn’t join to cause his end
That day he was my enemy
To look upon with enmity
I must shoot him or he’ll shoot me
Who otherwise might be my friend
We’re here because our politicians
Representing our great nations
Couldn’t solve some situation
Compromise in arbitration
We’re data now for statisticians
But I’m remembered by a few
My Mom, my Dad, they still are sad
The wife and child I might have had
The morning sun that made me glad
My would-be friend feels that way too
6/1/2022
Perfect