Vietnam Reflections 41
vietnam reflections 41
when the Earth is at war
there is no Spring
no plants or children
or other living thing
the soil becomes infertile
drenched in dead and dying blood
nothing good
can come of this
the air hangs heavy
unwashed by the stagnant rains
the living miss the sunlight
which never reaches down
below the racking pains
and we trudge on through the Winter darkness
wishing for Spring again
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