Vee Bdosa Poet I do not know?

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I think it must be too late, we have already forgotten.

The My Lai Massacre 1968

30,000 Lt. Calleys - LEST WE FORGET
The My Lai Massacre - 1968
There's a sound in the dark
of a shot to its' mark
and it's ended a dream for good
for a boy in his prime
who's run out of his time
and he dies from words mis-understood.
There's a girl putting out
it's what her life's about,
and the only way she can survive,
but she gave all she could
more than anyone should,
then she's wasted, because she's not alive.
It's the land of the dead
and it' s pumped in their head,
anyone looking cross-eyed must die,
it's a license to kill,
you can bet that they will,
in the flash and the blink of an eye.
It's the dark. It's the cold.
It's the growing too old
It's the leaving of loved ones behind
to a peace never found
and a war all around,
though it's not any war they can find.
© 1995 ron wilson aka vee bdosa the doylestown poet

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