To the Unsung Soldiers on Veteran's Day
You who walk down the dark alley without A gun,
Your enemies are hatred, poverty, ignorance,
You stand in a kitchen washing the days' grimes, facing the sun
You teach at the dining table, spooning out calculus and poetry, a complicated dance.
You the little sister setting up the dishes
You the boy scout leader, walking side-by-side with each boy, until they're well prepared
You the soccer coach, referees, team parent,
You who bite the bullet, giving the time that you yourself have not yet spared.
You the veterans of love,
you the unsung soldiers in the war against humanism
whose fire comes not from a metallic barrel but from within your spirit,
Your battles will never end. I celebrate your heroism.