911 In Remembrances of Vietnam

[Timothy Gega]

28059911 In Remembrances of Vietnam<o:p></o:p>

Gone are the men<o:p></o:p>
who’ve glamorized war<o:p></o:p>
in video archade games<o:p></o:p>
beyond the Vietnam Shore.<o:p></o:p>
All religious zealots<o:p></o:p>
painting children’s faces<o:p></o:p>
intent on settling some <o:p></o:p>
futile ancient score<o:p></o:p>
in too many far away places.<o:p></o:p>
They craft their great slogans <o:p></o:p>
and such powerful memes <o:p></o:p>
that are all designed to
exploit our young’s dreams.<o:p></o:p>
Revenge is mine <o:p></o:p>
so sayeth the lord <o:p></o:p>
as these wealthy men <o:p></o:p>
unsheathe their battle discord.<o:p></o:p>
They enlist adolescent bodies <o:p></o:p>
by the tens of scores<o:p></o:p>
as we bury our young<o:p></o:p>
now from shore to shore.<o:p></o:p>
What good does it do<o:p></o:p>
to draw these hollowed swords <o:p></o:p>
when collateral damage <o:p></o:p>
becomes the final score.<o:p></o:p>
Our dads and brothers, <o:p></o:p>
or sisters and mothers <o:p></o:p>
that all gave valiant fight <o:p></o:p>
then suffer their deep wounds <o:p></o:p>
in each silent horrific night.<o:p></o:p>
We’ll be seen as victors <o:p></o:p>
is what they all do say<o:p></o:p>
as they rack up profits<o:p></o:p>
in their usual billion dollar way.<o:p></o:p>
Promises are always made <o:p></o:p>
to bring them back home <o:p></o:p>
but once here on our soil <o:p></o:p>
they are left broken and alone.<o:p></o:p>
Flagged draped coffins <o:p></o:p>
is what we see as we salute<o:p></o:p>
our dead young vets returning
in an epic misery.<o:p></o:p>
Hearts now are broken <o:p></o:p>
Souls have no more rest<o:p></o:p>
lives here are challenged <o:p></o:p>
but not by those behind a desk, <o:p></o:p>
saying kill-kill-kill<o:p></o:p>
until there is not one more left.<o:p></o:p>
In the name of God <o:p></o:p>
who would do such a thing <o:p></o:p>
to seek revenge <o:p></o:p>
to let freedom ring?<o:p></o:p>
We've raised our flags <o:p></o:p>
in this silent respect <o:p></o:p>
while the walking wounded <o:p></o:p>
pile up in neglect.<o:p></o:p>
Such a sorry state <o:p></o:p>
that this country is in <o:p></o:p>
when seeking a revenge<o:p></o:p>
which no one ever wins.<o:p></o:p>
This war for profit <o:p></o:p>
letting these lobbyist win <o:p></o:p>
over their broken moral compasses<o:p></o:p>
that allow these killing games <o:p></o:p>
to begin
all over again.<o:p></o:p>
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(For Jack, 1952-1973 USAF) RIP <o:p></o:p>
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©2014 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>