Wayne Sapp Poet Rhyme

Private Dribble

Private Dribble died today
'twas in his 19th year
a nickname's all he left me with,
his name I didn't hear.
He couldn't speak, but as he died
he asked me with his eyes,
to reason out his passing;
find truth among the lies.
His death was less than gallant,
the conflict void of reason,
and rife with chair-borne rangers,
war profiteers, and treason.
So when he left me standing there 
condemned to watch him die,
I didn't have an answer for
the simple question,
Why?

Written November, 1969, Nuy Ba Den firebase, Song Be, Viet Nam

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Funom Makama June 11, 2012 at 5:41 AM This is great... I really enjoyed it. Nice to get such a blessing in such a beautiful monday afternoon.

James Fraser April 24, 2011 at 5:30 AM Many congratulations Wayne on your win in Miranda's fine contest, Happy Easter....:)

John Freeman April 22, 2011 at 11:33 AM Great to see you in the winner's circle Wayne. Congratulations on your worthy poem's success. Agape, Moses

Dr.Ram Mehta April 22, 2011 at 4:57 AM Congratulastions on the HM win in the contest, Wayne

Carol Sunshine Brown April 21, 2011 at 12:08 PM Congratulations on your win in the contest Wayne. Love, Carol

Linda-Marie Sweetheart April 21, 2011 at 8:24 AM Congrats Wayne on your HM in Miranda's contest with this exceptional and extraordinary account of the Vietnam War ...enjoy your special honor with luv..wishing u a very blessed and Happy Easter celebration my friend..

Linda-Marie Sweetheart March 1, 2011 at 6:45 AM Much success on your novel Wayne my friend.. wishing u the very best in publication..always very exciting ... keep me updated on the progress luv.. have been writing my autobiography for two years now... it will be an encyclopedia before I am finished..luv..

Linda-Marie Sweetheart February 28, 2011 at 8:38 AM Deeply touching Wayne.. senseless loss of life in cold wars with no resolve .. u have penned the plight beautifully with emotional depth my friend.. so happy to see u back on Soup.. miss u luv..

Robert Pettit February 27, 2011 at 10:21 PM The fact that this writing has survived over forty years is amazing. My first poems were written in 1966 at the age of ten. Unfortunately, my late old man threw them out and I don't remember how they were worded.