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Lennon and Napalm
The Beatles split up so mystically -pronto
the Vietnam spine came back together
some branded the blame into Yoko
some tied a wreath of thorns on the reds.
Imagine time moving queerly along-
Lennon was so very seductively shot
rice paddies are still pocked with craters
where peasants' cast ancient nets into ponds.
The Beatles will never peace back together.
Vietnam will never again be war torn apart
Some are still putting flame onto Yoko
some are still napalming those with red hearts....
Aren't we still wishing to appease mother Saigon...
Aren't we still casting nets, to recapture Dear John?
Copyright ©
Anthony Biaanco
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