People that take their meds I met

People that take their meds I met

And when they don’t, they’re gone

What can be done?

Many have lost their homes

And goals to alcohol, so cold

They are, consumed with fumes

Undone the harm from old Vietnam

Can never be undone

All their hopes are torn

No voice, no poise, no Rolls Royce

They were just… played as toys

How can they rejoice?

 

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