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NAHN TRANG BEACH SOUTH VIETNAM I felt Her Touching Me Stealing my soul With Her warm Tears. And then Crawling Back Again and again She was not alone On this beach, As my tears flowed Out with the tide To commingle With hers into That giant reservoir Of tears Called the South China sea. # I have looked for reason But it must Have been hidden, Along with that "top secret" plan, to end this war with honor. Because I found none. I have heard the songs Of the war-lords In the darkness, Laughing And plotting On great wall maps In situation rooms Far from battle grounds And the killing fields, While I stand In deaths doorway With nothing To gain And everything To lose. # We flew over The sea today With it blue carpet Spread out Below the horizon We flew over A lifetime Today. We traveled far beyond The wars edge And the smell Of blood. We flew over that sea As she watched us And held us, As we floated Through the sky Casting our small Shadow On its surface. And For those brief moments We shared a oneness And felt its peace And love. # June, 1967 -Over the South China Sea There are no asylums From the shadows Of war. Those drifting time bombs Of disturbing Thoughts and memories Dash through The background Of the heart and live in the darkness Of the soul. Even The sea cannot cleanse Those dreams Nor wash away Old fears. # June, 1967 - Over the Sea of Japan America I cry out For you From an exiled soul Imprisoned Behind Armored flags And Old politicians. I question Your modus operandi Unfolding In jungle graveyards While Your sons Lose their virginity In forgotten Opium wars. What is this Repressed plan Of Hari kari dreams? Why? # |
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