"Respect" and "Forgotten"

I am sick and tired of some people not respecting our flag, ignoring and/or murdering our national anthem and ignoring the plight of some of our veterans. One day I just sat down at my computer and wrote these two poems. They were read at my post (1122), and there was cheering and tearing. The members framed the poems and placed them on a Wall of Honor.

"RESPECT"
He fought for his country while far away. The job was 7/24 for very little pay. It was dusty, dirty and very scary. There was no time, to make him merry. He did his job 'till he was hit. They brought him home to rest and knit. No leg, no arm and no job. All he did was sit and sob. But when the Anthem was heard - he stood.
He rose up straight and proud as best he could. Some others making millions only kneeled. Some even stayed off the playing field. Maybe they should go and fight. What a shame they can't see the light. No respect for the many lives that gave. They kept us in the land of the free and the home of the brave. To the many that show disrespect and are living well - Salute the Flag or go to Hell!

"FORGOTTEN" A homeless man lies on a bench. He's accompanied by only a stench. His tattered clothes all look like rags. His few belongings are in two bags. You wonder what happened for his state - And it's dark and cold and getting late. He pulls a newspaper around his chest. Even a bird is warmer in his nest. He turns and his jacket falls apart. Out on the ground falls a Purple Heart.

I just finished this next one.

"ONE PERCENT" Here's to the one percent that protect us night and day. Some do it from far away. Their families pray and worry -Especially when there's a fight or flurry. It matters not the color of their skin. All of their buddies are their fighting kin. Keeping our freedom is their guide. And many, for it, have died. So go and thank a Vet today. Don't just walk away. One percent have kept us free. Lucky are we, both you and me.