While you are partying and BBQing today consider this.
When Rome was in decline, wars of conquest no longer brought in enough loot to sustain the party, old and disabled veterans of the Legions were kicked to the mean streets of Rome to beg for bread.
Today as the USA empire dies, the wars of conquest no longer bring in enough loot to keep the party going in style,
US military vets are kicked to the mean streets of America to beg for bread.
‘The Veteran Lay Dying on the Filthy Washington DC Street’
The Veteran lay dying on the filthy Washington DC street-
As the Veterans Administration Administrator walked around his feet-
The VA bureaucrat looked at at the “bum” with self-righteous distaste-
Wishing these Street people would learn their place-
Why they had to be here to clutter up the exhilarating sight-
Of the war memorials to Veterans past, a reminder of the might-
Of the military whip which keeps the world in line-
With whatever WASHINGTON DC/USA happens to have has on it’s mind-
The Veteran called please, oh please help me mister-
Could you please place a call to my baby sister-
I am so ill, sick, weak and alone-
i wish she could come and take me home-
To die in peace in the Land i thought i fought to to save-
Just so i would be not homeless before the cold of the grave-
i tried to get help from here and there from the VA-
But they always said no proof, and turned me away-
It is so sad and hard to die here, cold and all alone-
i wonder if anyone will miss me, or even know i am gone-
They cheered me loudly, as i marched off to that war-
Now they look at me with disgust, and try to stay far-
From the vessel made with their own collaborating, willing hand-
A homeless outcast on the streets, of my own Home Land-
The VA minion pretended not to hear-
The veterans words going in one, and out the other ear-
As the sold out treasonous political trash hurried past-
The tortured warrior, a Son of America, breathed his last-
To each will come from the Light their lives bill due to pay-
i would not want to be a WASHINGTON DC political whore on that day!
The Ole Dog!
TONIGHT THE BOTTLE LET ME DOWN-THE VETERANS VERSION
While the cowardly rich politicians and their Usury banker masters party on the wealth gained by the blood and ruined lives of your brothers in arms, find a homeless vet, spend some time with him or her.
Remember who put them there!
The Ole Dog!
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