Shell-Shock
His name isn’t on the wall, but should it be?
He left home a man and returned home a shattered mirror. Tryin’ to find himself, trying to figure out what is wrong with him.
He put his life on the line for his country, yet his country turned its back on him at his time of need. Yes the war was lost but it wasn’t his or his country’s war to find.
His emotions were washed from his brain; you can’t have emotions when your job is to kill. But the time to kill is over, yet his emotions he still cannot find.
His family supportin’ him the whole time…helpin’ him find his emotions, teachin’ him to love again.
Like a father proud of his son, a son is proud of his father.
Copyright 2009 - PERSONAS OF A PROJECT POET - THE DIARY OF A BLACK MAN
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