The Isolated Desert

My homeland, now, a manless desert; My people had fled to the other side of the world Where peace hummmed, and freedom hovered. My candles, left in Vietnam to burn, now, extinguished; Their crimson flames had turned into dusty, white tears. My mournful soul, like a sorrowful serpent, Wailed while yearning to return to the lonely nation Where, once, a war began and, now, still endless. I dreamed of holding the incense of love In my heart and wept for a battlefield That still bled bitter misery upon its soggy soil. I longed to taste the succulent sun rise again.