Here's something you might be interested in.
this is a memoriam and a sad sad tribute to those lads who lost their way in Viet Nam
"The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosives and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own; for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to The Twilight Zone."
Rod Serling, closing narration "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street"
i knew a man
that hid behind a uniform
tropical fare
shiny bullets were his snare
thru his sight targets that lingered
created in him itchy fingers
but he never killed a child i'm told
that hateful lie the public sold
that made him seem a wanton beast
in the eyes of his war's defeat
for the first time a Marine
became unwelcome on the stateside scene
no flags were raise when he came home
no "helluva guy" and pats on the rump
those who fled to Canada were welcomed tho
congratulated for their wisdom and guile
as they paraded down the college aisles
rewarded for their peaceful smile
the warrior children were left to roam
thru forested towns with darkened streets
to continue with their thoughts so bleak
to stick heroin needles in their arms
snort cocaine with sweaty palms
hollow eyes that jitter
fidgety fingers that litter
cigarette butts in dirty gutters
pushing back the tears of mothers
shadow like figures lost in a warlike dream
no longer find their place in the world
at the ripe old age of just nineteen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gmgwx77osw
new poem up in the Poetry section inspire this one from me
http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2010/sep/22/poetry-two-boys-doug-anderson/#comments
this is a memoriam and a sad sad tribute to those lads who lost their way in Viet Nam
"The tools of conquest do not necessarily come with bombs and explosives and fallout. There are weapons that are simply thoughts, attitudes, prejudices to be found only in the minds of men. For the record, prejudices can kill, and suspicion can destroy, and a thoughtless, frightened search for a scapegoat has a fallout all of its own; for the children, and the children yet unborn. And the pity of it is that these things cannot be confined to The Twilight Zone."
Rod Serling, closing narration "The Monsters Are Due on Maple Street"
i knew a man
that hid behind a uniform
tropical fare
shiny bullets were his snare
thru his sight targets that lingered
created in him itchy fingers
but he never killed a child i'm told
that hateful lie the public sold
that made him seem a wanton beast
in the eyes of his war's defeat
for the first time a Marine
became unwelcome on the stateside scene
no flags were raise when he came home
no "helluva guy" and pats on the rump
those who fled to Canada were welcomed tho
congratulated for their wisdom and guile
as they paraded down the college aisles
rewarded for their peaceful smile
the warrior children were left to roam
thru forested towns with darkened streets
to continue with their thoughts so bleak
to stick heroin needles in their arms
snort cocaine with sweaty palms
hollow eyes that jitter
fidgety fingers that litter
cigarette butts in dirty gutters
pushing back the tears of mothers
shadow like figures lost in a warlike dream
no longer find their place in the world
at the ripe old age of just nineteen
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1gmgwx77osw
new poem up in the Poetry section inspire this one from me
http://www.sandiegoreader.com/news/2010/sep/22/poetry-two-boys-doug-anderson/#comments