Kicking Your Soapbox

Waiting in line
I see a Marine.
Tucked underneath
his left shoelace
a spare dog tag shines.
It ain't there in case
he loses his boots.

I won't tell you
to "love it or leave it,"
and much of what We do
isn't right
but the fact that you
can disagree in public
is due to the men and women
who are willing to adopt
a morbid dressing habit
that will guarantee a name
on the grave that may await
so that you can wave a finger
or a flag that doesn't match.

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