Viet Bomb

VIET BOMB I recall when time, to me, mattered not All I did was follow a predestined plot suddenly my world became acrid and tart Because then came a wicked war in which I took part Eyes beware, and take care my dear friend Or this could mean your life’s tragic end In every tree there may be a well aimed sniper And then it’s time for a soldier to pay the piper The country we fought was another people’s birthright And yet we were taught to hate, harm and how to fight A battle until death be our enemy’s unjust end But what did we go there for us to actually defend? Our defense was offensive to my salient soul While bloodshed was our sole and only goal Who were we to say what another country needs, Because blood is that which a foolish battle breeds And then those of us who perished not came home Some never to speak of war and others to write a tome The only country our soldiers should defend is our very own And now the time when time mattered not is to me unknown © 2011.….Poefree Author’s note: I never went to Nam but Ronnie Manerva did and was spat upon when he returned…….This poem is for you Ronnie and every brave hero who fought a losing battle and may you and them forget being rewarded for doing your duty with saliva and glaring stares!