''THE SOUL OF A WAR''
By birdnutt
'THE SOUL OF WAR'' Why O Lord, should their blood be shed, war they cried! Saigon is dead. Babys torn, from their mother's breast, death approaches from beyond the west. The killing began, at the brink of dawn, on a faraway land, they called Vietnam. Our son's and brother's, they died for us their, in the jungles they new, how much we cared. Each day they endured, the fear and grief, so a distants they kept, and their friendships were brief. As the maddness had seized, and the smoke had all cleared, They went back to their home, and never were cheered. © on Jul 02 2001 03:02 AM PST 0 • 12 • 1
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