Remember My Face
I wrote a poem to honor Matt Maupin.
It’s been so long now I can’t help but feel,
my life is all over, is this all really real;
I’ve been a prisoner for such a long time,
no one left behind, was that just a line;
They beat and threaten my life with a shive,
name, rank, and serial number, that’s all I give;
Does anyone even remember my name,
or am I a soldier and prisoner of little fame;
How much longer will I be held in this place,
my name is Matt, do you remember my face;
I’m an American soldier who willingly served,
I can’t help but thinking this is so undeserved;
Have I been abandoned in this horrible place,
will I die and disappear without leaving a trace;
What about my buddies, who fought at my side,
are they still fighting, has the war turned the tide;
Will they come for me and free me from this fate,
or will I die in this place a victim of fanatical hate;
The country I love and served with such pride,
has it turned its back on me now, has it lied;
Please don’t leave me behind, it would be a disgrace,
my name is Matt Maupin, please, remember my face?
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