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Napalm Rain

Deadly chemicals parked in the cargo hold of an American military plane Destination: the jungles of Vietnam Guerillas in the mist ... communism with an Asian face is on the uptick It's the 60's, man Free love don't like none of that paid warring Progressive rock-n-roll got a hippie soul, but seeing flags burning make patriotic blood boil Peaceful protesting on college campuses all across the American soil, a generation of Flower childs blossoming While over in Vietnam, war is cultivating a crop of pain Weather forecast says: each mourn come dawn, expect sixteen tons of napalm rain Tell me who fights a war whose goal is not to win, but to just stick to the failed mission Every evening fuel up the planes, to dust crop those fields of burning dreams Orders are to ratchet up the suffering, by laying down more napalm rain As the next generation of Flower children start bursting, old hearts wonder: Will those new killing fields ever grow hope again?

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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Date: 4/13/2017 4:20:00 PM
This piece shows your love for people and your hatred of blood shed. You are such a kind.
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Date: 4/12/2017 5:54:00 AM
Freddie, like Picasso's Guernica you have used your art to beautifully translate the ugliness of war. Well done friend. xomo!
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Freddie Robinson Jr.
Date: 4/12/2017 11:20:00 AM
Ty, Maureen. I try to enlighten w/a touch of levity and a stroke of compassion. Your loving support helps me more than you'll ever know. Love and kisses to you, dear.

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