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TALKING TO MY CHILDREN ABOUT THE WAR I FORGOT TO LIE! Children Ive killed people My God can this be so? I am gentle A father by choice And proud to be so. But children My dearest children Ive killed Someone elses Children My God Can this Be so? # I went To your war. I went Because youd Waved a flag You gave me honor and battle field medals In exchange, I gave you my youth And All my youthful dreams. I killed, In order to survive And to keep my Buddies alive. And Now I just cry Because I let you Do this me # I stood at The Wall Trying to picture your face On that silent Black slab of marble I remember That war And us When we were there, I always thought We would both come home together Now I am meeting you here On some giant tombstone wall Face to face In the coldness of stone. The Wall will always Remember your name Forever A fallen warrior Gone, but never to be forgotten I lay my Tears on your name And touch the engraved letters The Wall Will never forget And never Will I # REFLECTIONS ON THE WALL - VIETNAM VETERANS MEMORIAL Everyone knows a name or two. It is a feeling like the coldest winter wind down your spine, and makes tears want to fall. Standing and staring at myself, in black endless reflections, I look around me, Careful not to open and expose my heart like a window, so that some righteous hero of the peace movement, with pot stained teeth and photos of Jane Fonda, still yellowing in his wallet, can tell me how he was right all along!. I have crossed too many graveyards, to have to yield my heart now. I touch the face in the reflection and seek oneness with it. I still seek those dreams that will remain sealed forever in this black granite slab. Those were the dreams of my youth that got buried here. # |
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