To the Last American Hero

by George Right


He was a hero; thus, he tried to save the world.
He wasn't a superhero; thus, he failed.
The chance was lost. The freedom’s flag is furled.
The grandsons of the brave became the quailed.

A single inch could save, a single shot,
When the entire nation lost its mind!
If I believed in any kind of god,
I would have said: “God hates the humankind.”

Your life—the highest price that you could pay—
Fell like a seed in wastelands dead and dry,
But thanks for trying, Thomas, anyway,
From all of us who did not even try.

July 15, 2024
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