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World Of War:Vietnam
GIRL OF SAIGON
I've seen death every day in a tropical rain,
I could tell you about it, but I can't take the pain.
There's a path through the bush it's all tainted and red,
from the blood of believers, who were right in their head.
I've killed fathers and sons, never blinking an eye,
and I've looked in the eyes of a friend as he died.
I've been drunk in Saigon, where I tried to forget,
but with life all around me, I've not found a way yet.
In a way life is coasting, other ways it's a climb,
but I don't like to guess if it's all worth the time.
In Saigon was a girl with the prettiest eyes,
she knew life as it is, and it's lies and more lies.
She knew brave hearted men, and she loved every one,
and she loved every child, when the fathers were gone.
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He had gone round about what he had been through inside out.
The bomber's cockpit taught him what power is all about:
Feeling like Zeus hurling down at will thunderbolts at foes
as he criss-crossed skies, strafing wherever the cross-hair goes.
Awesome might in his fingers, life and death on his trigger.
been there, done that, no big dealfor this retiree-bomber.
In his waning years, still lost as to what it was about,
the ultimate end, doubting the benefit of the doubt.
He recalled lines heard long ago on being brave, strong and true.
Said he was, but with rockets he had to fire, bombs to strew,
he must have rocked the world with blasts his whole life through,
obeyed the dark side of combat command, red, white and blue.
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Soldiers!
Move!
Running to the other side
Bullet fly towards us all
I see my brothers fall dead
How the wind drips the blood dust on my face
But i gotta make it
A gun on hand
A missile ahead
All i gotta do is plant the bomb
Kill all who steps ahead
Take no prisoners
This is no game
Is life over the front line
Is what we were told to do
Is what we choose to do
Now go out there and show them real fury
The hatred in your heart use it as a riffle
The rage build up as a bomb
And the strength of all lands as a victory
Destroy the bunkers
Destroy the sand
This waters will only flow the blood of history
Lead the weapons out the other side
No love here
This is not a dream
Is all reality
Become the god you wanted
Judge with your guns the life you never created
Believe it all
Im glad you listen well
Now that you destroyed the land
I take the victory
The money you won goes for me
The land you destroyed you pay for
No pick up for you
Now perish alongside your sins!
Dreaming of a life of no pain,
I think I am going insane.
Why does life play with my heart?
Why is my life falling apart?
I cry and cry,but long for relief,
Like a sailor on the sea.
Holding on to what hope I have left,
I strap on my kevlar vest.
I step into this battle called life,
Bearing the worlds pain and strife.
Just as I think this world will end,
The sun shines through the clouds again.
Still I have a great fear in my mind,
For all the loved ones I leave behind.
Hoping they have better days than mine,
Praying for those drunk on the worlds wine.
One day they will leave this world too,
Blind, lost and confused.
They too will dream of a life without pain,
then again they might just go insane.
Can you see it coming as the new elements bring death, long gone are the components of
old? Scientifically frozen in a nuclear winter, like your finger stuck to a hand guns trigger.
Hot beaded glass rises from the sand, on top of an oil-wasted land and all fault points to
power hungry man. Inexorable thoughts in the back of the mind, protesters scream in our
homeland.
Chemical weapons that destroy all kinds of life bring about the final fight of what’s left of
American man in his own homeland. Continuous will be the final war fought on our soil
derived from racial toil.
The survivors of all of what’s left to ponder will always wonder after all that we have been
through there is still much racial hatred in some men’s root. Minority’s cause to fight back for
all, because their not the reason for all that has befallen.
What’s left of the earth is in constant peril, most human life has gone feral. On guard for
what is to come many prepare to protect them selves, because supremacy wants all buried
beneath until there are none.
James C Bryant Jr.
March 28, 2003
Blood has been spilled
Wounds cry out
Relief is never found
Men inside shallow graves
Deaf to any sound
Burning flames lick the wounds
Many among the dead
Troops of headless soldiers
Laying all around
Those among the living
Cry out for some relief
Tortured all in hiding
From fear they run, none free
Help arrives for no one
Like from the pit of hell
Riddled with the shrapnel
Weapons deemed to kill
For those among survivors
There is no place to dwell
The life once lived and once enjoyed
Forever gone, farewell
Picking up the pieces to start life a new
For these it’s not an option
Peace for them is thru
Only hope that does remain
If death will be their friend
Ending pain and suffering
There is no God for them
What a way to live a life
What a way to go
Living in the town
Called Almost Once Ago
Born from my soul new to this earth
This marvel of life that we call birth
Dedication endurance, gestation of time
To hold him so close our son so fine
Tears from my eyes, fulfilment of joy
Proud parents we are of our little boy
We look to tomorrow to live our lives
As we remember his dad whom fate has deprived
He was a soldier, just nineteen years old
Too early to leave us for his young life to fold
At Southampton Docks, where I waved him farewell
My tears were so different our future looked swell
Frequent letters arrived declaring our love
To the birth of our son a gift from above
Then came the day your whole world falls apart
A knock at the door, where do they start
They sit you down, knowing the words you will hear
My eyes start to swell, with a different tear
They tell of my husband, father to our son
Heroic in war, lost to the enemy gun
They leave, the door closes, I'm in momentary empty
My life not that long ago was blissful of plenty
We said our farewells my son and I
With a lifetime of tears I will internally cry
I erase from my heart… the past… the unpleasant memories
Though I knew that one day they might be coming back
Coming back and unwrap the terrible experiences
Those agonizing feelings in the battle to survive
I used to talk to God … demanding for answers
Why life is unpredictable - I asked - despite of all the facts
“The unknown is uncertain but you must know better
Because times go around and always come back”
Not happy with the answer but as a true believer
I found myself the courage to encounter my fate
Now… I am facing back my past … maybe just temporarily
But the flash of those memories … are not easy to depart
Soon… I’ll leave my family, my roots and my hometown
My comrades are not here, some wounded, some are gone
I am a Marine, a Soldier… lack of emotions, aggressive
But screaming in silence everyday during war
I gave my word to my nation, and to my flag in this uniform
And I will honor my pledge with my life if I have to
I know some may believe I am a soldier before human
Please forgive me if I fail I am just telling my truth
In a battle field ready to fight
my conscience is not at rest
until darkness prevails on my sight
scared with my gun on my chest,
I look forward not to fight.
Taking a life is like a pest
to the creation of light,
A service which I'm not at my best
but I prefer to live a life of plight.
The bloody moon of yesterday
gave way to valor's mournful sun.
The scarlet streams had overflown;
the loss of life can't be undone.
Amongst the burnt bouquets of flesh,
there lay a man still uncorrupt.
Although his time was surely short,
he'd yet to sip the reaper's cup.
Turned toward the ground, his weary eyes
met face to face with carnal pools.
Reflections of his dearest love
came forth, despite surroundings cruel.
A single drop of sorrow fell
which caused her ripples to depart.
He scrunched his eyes with fervor as
the rings grew distant from her heart.
Above, the vultures danced with death;
he knew his life was soon to close.
Although, he thought it chivalrous
to die the hue of fallen rose.
His corpse cried crimson tears that day;
dyed red, the soldier passed away.
Protruding from the wretched pores,
The stench of filth brought to earth,
Stagnating skin hanging from the sores,
With the agony of sucerian birth.
The cause of yet is undefined,
Though it seems to be figured out,
The screams continue to incline,
Not yet known whats come about.
Prepared for by none except the experienced,
Death and gore is all thats seen,
And the body's that expired hence,
So the senses become very keen.
Seeking survival for flashback,
Scared for life and in death,
The soul is burned, charred coal black,
War takes life like airborne meth.
F or each life lost a mother grieves
U ntil the last shot is fired she will never sleep.
T ears will fall as we count the cost.
I ll winds blow as the war goes on.
L ove must prevail for peace to win
I t must stay strong to make evil give in.
T ime ticks by with each life snuffed out.
Y et no lessons are learned as the enemies shout
O f rights and power,
F orce and might,
W illing the other to acknowledge they are right.
A lways remember that for each life lost
R emains a nation counting the cost.
I lived this life my own way.
What else is left to say?
Now it's Judgement Day!
I misused this life He made.
It's time for God's fist to raise!
Was it worth the price paid?
Is the day of recompense truly here?
Or is this just a horrible nightmare?
No, it's really happening I fear.
Everyone hysterical and unstrung.
The wrath of God has begun...
payback for sinful things done.
The sky is beginning to shake.
I hear the sounds of a mighty earthquake.
God's Blue Prints are taking shape...
roaring thunder like crashing ocean waves...
people scattering fleeing into caves.
Oh My God! Is it too late to be saved?
Milton L. Delgado
March 5, 2008
" Why Oh Why "
Why mom and dad why?
Was I destined and born into this life to die
this terrorist war makes many american’s hurt and cry.
our awesome super power america may be going to war
and now I may cease to exist this life no more.
I grew up and finished school with a 3.5
I am so proud to be young and alive.
I am 18 now and so ready for life
find someone special and make her my wife.
Our current job market and economy is really bad
all of this really makes me mad and so sad.
I joined the army for income stability
and now I must face this ugly reality.
Of fighting a war in a foreign country
and possibly become a statistical casualty.
You see mom, dad, I want to live
I have strong morals, education, lots to give.
I am too young to go to war and maybe die
why mom and dad, Why Oh Why...
Penned By MPK
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