Hello Wall, I've come to visit.
I traveled hundreds of miles
To see how I would feel inside.

I come cold, hard, and unfeeling
Just as war made me.
I come to look upon your cold,
Black face.
To see the names of 58,000
Young men,
All comrades of mine.

I see the rice paddies and the jungles.
I remember the battles of Khe Sanh
And Hamburger Hill.

I hear the screams of Pain & Agony
As a comrade falls,
His legs torn off by a shell.

I hear the whirl of a helicopter,
The screams for Medic over here.
I smell the stench of death
And destruction,
As though I were there again.

Not to mention the look
On a young Vietnamese Child
As its family is blown to Hell.

Will your thirst never be quenched?
If so, then why? Lebanon, El Salvador,
Desert Storm, and all the others.

And even as I stand here
(My image reflecting in your face),
You tear my heart and soul from me.