Below is the poem entitled The Good Old Bad Days Returned which was written by poet
Ainsley. Please feel free to comment on this poem. However, please remember, PoetrySoup is a place of encouragement and growth.
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Ithaca New York 1969 And all the leaves in all the trees along the gorge that led to Cornell had turned to gold Home from Viet Nam in 68 and my life was an oxymoron One day I cared about everything and the next day my head and heart were empty And who ever loved me then was as much a victim of the war as I was A cruel wind was blowing and when I spoke out against the war People who had never been there and some that had exploded with anger They didn't like the thought that I was useing the freedom of speech I fought for And I had a hard time being hit with garbage as the beat went on into madness Everyone was talking but no one was listening Children are not for burning Father Daniel Berrigan said as the carpet bombing continued The ends do not justify the means All those years ago and we charge into one war after another learning nothing America do you really beleave in God and if you do Ask yourself why so many service men and woman come home and kill themselves Enough!