Liberty Square

The Vets shuffle by all creases and shine
Backs straighten through the ache of brittle bones
Saluting each Old Glory on the line
Along a sea of orange traffic cones

Spoiled brats rolling blank eyes looking away
Just anxious for the floats to pass on by
God bless the mall for another sales day
On the tab of guys cursed enough to die

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Drinking with devils roosting in the air
Their best friend's blood on their camouflage wear
So easy to ignore when you weren't there
More than just names bronzed in Liberty Square

Half a Jack brought a quart of Jim Beam home
To share with his buddies met overseas
Spent all afternoon looking for a comb
So that the company boys wouldn’t tease

Bells at Franklin Tower ringing ten times
Ten shots of whiskey lined up in a row
Bourbon burning Jack's throat at the last chime
Tenth year in a row the boys didn’t show

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