Peace In Battle
As an era of rage and power surged forth;
there were Nam warriors crossing the line...
did they have fate, did they have a choice
but crown a homeland's need for supreme win?
Dressed in fatigues, soldiers baked in hot sun
booby traps and minefields nailed on minds,
as wet noon blazed around their acidic voices,
morphine and death kicking dim walls of night.
From 1965- to 75, this lost war ended...
the comedy of politics gone wrong,
although a homecoming of men’s brigade
lost a victory... screams of peace reigned.
Promote peace not war
Sponsor: Silent One
10/27/2015
Copyright © Nette Onclaud | Year Posted 2015
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