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Rebel soldiers infiltrate the innocent's Midst
Differing sides mightily contesting
Relentlessly persist,
With severely sharpend tongues attest
Forcefully on their self righteous bearing,
On being the only one right insist.
Engendering wrathful, acrid Hating
Swirling eddies of flowing speech Bitterest hearing,
In fractious conversations brotherhood's erupting.
Words heated till a boiling pot's overflowing,
As Vietnam's north and south, each other resist.
Each holding genuine believing
Their own philosophy for their country is best
By far consisting of right minded thinking,
Each Ready and willing to start the killing,
Their right way thus proving.
Drawn into the killing zone to be killed.
Fighting in actions to lives and futures decisive.
Sweet innocence pours out, flagrantly spilled
Onto rich dark soil by humanity enriched
Nourished,
Fortified,
With soldiers seeping blood
Bitter lambs on war's alter sacrificed
To sorely grieve the tempestuous flood.
Right yet somehow left wrong
Struggling with actions authoritative
Weighed against moral imperative,
Suffering rogue bullets who death's questions ask,
Killing officially their favorite task.
Our boys so brave,
Sanctioned freedom's to save
Weary souls singing of war’s plight
Boys sent to their rest by furtive Vietcong,
Face untold horrors that into very souls bite,
Shouting a rancorous forever of memories song.
Life rages on through killings and abductions
Torn from a simple life austerely lean,
Wielding revolting insurrections.
Yet gentle people find a way to exist
Hatreds swirling around them to resist.
To go on with life as all about you are losing theirs.
Vietnam's conscience on its sleeve bore
Wears civilization's tarnished tears.
As Vietnam's Desecration brought untold Desolation
In a grave Laid waste before them Seen.
A once treasured Persion land lies in ruination
Living a life undeservedly from war they glean.
Of a severe war which hating Weans.
Capriciously amid the rubble Gambling
Whether or not children will make it to their Teens.
Amid humanity crumbling,
A shattered society Growing
Children's lives determining
depend on war’s fate
Wagering
Life swirling among Hatreds berate.
Gentle children’s eyes retain Vitality.
In a world where sensibilities Riot,
Wizened eyes spite war’s ineffable cruelty,
Withered right
Impairs prosperity
Fast vanishing war's blight.
Childen it seems become immune to war’s finality.
Ignoring hatreds boiling around them gently eschew
As old men pray to escape War's finite banality.
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