Oh Hateful Day,

It's for celebrating heroes we are told,  
Some with, some without a battle scar  
That may or may not prove they were bold  
On fields of terror painfully far  
From all the genial comforts of home  
All too often taken for granted  
By those ensconced on their native loam  
Where all those pleasant comforts are planted  
Like combat remains into a grave  
First shipped, like prime Amazon orders,  
To the land of the free, home of the brave,  
Now promoting more weaponized borders  
Delineating an old warrior culture  
That feeds more meat to the Reaper's pet vulture.