The Ponds of Blood Road

Along the blood road there's thousands of ponds carved out by American bombs. An attempt to blast communism into starry oblivion- It'll take a hundred years to remove unexploded ordinances(uox's) Children mistake them for shiny toys every day is black Christmas for children who play along the blood road- The metal from war doesn't go to waste the skin of bombs are made into skiffs that hum across the delta mist. Some bringing blue round-eyed tourists... Eager to see how poor communists live, More often than not they'll be invited into a hut provided a humble meal... Sometimes by a widowed -one armed matriarch. Today, the blood road is being devoured by jungle. Natives still slave over rice paddies. just like they have for a thousand years. and will for a thousand years beyond... Some of the bomb ponds hold trapped fish where villagers toss hopeful nets... and who said war is good for nothing?