Hear me..
It is I.. I am the voice on the mountain
I am the wail in the streets.. homeless
..hear me..
I am a child born of justice
Am I to be abandoned in my helplessness..
taken advantage of in my innocence
..hear me..
Where is my solace in this protected place
I ask.. I ask.. where indeed..
America.. do not turn your face
..hear me
Long ago ..You promised me great things
from the mountains where freedom rings
I am here still seeking them
..Hear me
It is me who cries over the hills
suffering of Agent Oranges ills..
my nightmares long becoming skills
Hear me..
I am the American Veteran
..whose blood has transfused you
Do not turn your face.. look true
..hear me
America ..I am calling to you
I am here seeking justice and truth
Have I not served you and done my part
Hear me.. at least in your heart
..hear me

written by
Faye Sizemore 3/11/04
Doc Caffey
and all Veterans

Faye's husband was a Marine
in Vietnam with the First Marine Division...
He lost a leg in Quang Tri.  Faye knows
first hand the problems vets have 
getting what is due them....


Please visit Faye's sites to hear the voices of our Veterans

America's Lost In The Land Of Plenty

Heart Verses

Poems By Faye

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