Best Vietcong Poems

It was in late October in the year nineteen seventy three
That the war in South Vietnam was finally over for me
I boarded the seven o seven and couldn't wait to get going
A non military plane, a bright blue and white coloured Boeing.

After a long flight...

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The pro-Hanoi Vietcong many years ago
In the 1950's Diem's government they'd overthrow
All opposition was crushed killed or jailed
These elected ones to their people they failed

This Buddhist country so religious in belief
Now politically torn apart, impending future grief
In the early 1960's with the CIA in place
Discussing...

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The red white and blue
Not always right, but always true
Men of valor
Men of the draft
Men of the poor
Men who spilled their blood for country

Those who died
Those who lived
Those who live inside their nightmares
I humbly thank you

It is I who must walk in shame
That we did...

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a ghost haunts the country of Laos
sieving through jungles
crackling twigs because
it has not yet died
beware of it
the one who drags one foot
while the other rots 20 feet away
shoes made of cast metal
footprints ever so present
in night fall
imprints of bomb shells in mud fields

a phantom roams
plains...

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Yet Africa is
expected to fall in
line 
With speed and
alacrity 
Or be headed back to
Europe 
For much deserved
censure
And sanitization in
the heart
Of brutish Europe!
Have we not seen
them in action
At Treblinka and
Auschwitz, brother
With their atomic
bombs in Hiroshima
With their weapons
of mass destruction
With their napalm in
Vietnam, Vietcong
With their sjamboks
in apartheid...

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Born here girl, I swear I’m never coming back,
Too light town got lost beside a railroad track,
Rhythm of the rails inside my gunny sack,
There may be no cure for what it is I lack,
Promises to be my nymphomaniac,
Sugar pills can’t cure the pain of lumberjack,
And...

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On a cold and grey Mississippi morn
a poor little baby boy was born
in the ghetto

His mama and daddy were just so poor
no money to feed and clothe one more
and his mama cried

Afraid her babe would get cold in a storm
she made a quilt of rags...

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My long time friend Bill enlisted in 1962
Back then he said, "It's the right thing to do!"
He served his country with vigor and pride 
Fought in the jungle and watched his friend die
 

A machine gun severed three fourths of Bill's leg
He cut off the...

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Genocide is a method discussed in Sun Tsu's writings,
The art of war through the use of internal fighting. 

Divided and conquered by powerful political people,
We have been compartmentalized for control over diesel. 

Vietnam and Cambodia were Nixon's criminal games,
To split a nation in half while...

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They were once young warriors well trained Marines
Trained by their government...mean green killing machines...
They tromped through the jungles looking to kill,
Hoping to avoid dying with an ineffable feel!

For deep in the jungle  Vietcong all around.
Waiting to ambush and placed us prone on the ground
At...

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My given destiny, a meanderer…

Saigon bloomed in endless joy
To see its colors faded, a mournful night,
Yellow flags with three red stripes,
Lowered by the southern dwellers,
Succumbed a war to the heroic Vietcong,
Vietnam, north and south, I stood  in the middle.

London dwelt in my heart, ever…
Her...

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1968
By Franklin Price
11/13/2018

The year was nineteen sixty eight, fifty years have passed since then
When I got to Vietnam, we still were there to win
Then Chinese New Year happened, Tet Offensive was its name
The regulars and Vietcong came in force to change the game

We beat them...

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When I Was Born in '45
By Franklin Price
08/08/202

When I was born in '45, was another time and place
Merritt Island, I called home, we had not gone to space
Segregation was the way, we lived back in the day
From then until the 60's, in the south, no...

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Wham-o’s old Pluto Platter,
gets a brand-new name.
Fred and Ethel say farewell,
Dick Clarke gets his fame.

The Cat in the Hat is born,
Bogie has moved on.
Hurricane Audrey rages,
while Paul meets with John.

Sputnik said that space is now,
the brand new frontier.
Russia’s I. C. B. M makes,
their intentions clear.

Four...

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Vietcong
sank restaurant
critics...

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