They Don'T Get To Pick Poem by Dwight Jenkins

We come yet again to Memorial Day
In the sweetest time of the year
A day set aside to remember the lost
And the cost of what all hold dear
Drafted, enlisted, they all died the same
In wars sometimes not of their choosing
But death for their friends was definitely better
Than what they were possibly losing
Doctors and lawyers, grunts and MP's
Rangers and Recon the same
None of it matters when silence descends
And we've run out of options to blame
Remember, they did what what was needed back then
Disdainful of fear and of pain
Politics? Please, ... just respect them
For their deaths, right or left, loss or gain