we forever look backward to give reality to rhyme
war has ruled our emotion and crippled our souls
there are yet many mysteries of truth to unfold
deep in the creases of our mind, gray matter still boils
bringing to surface the inhumanity witnessed on Vietnam soil
where bullets rained upon us and life faded away
and we the living failed to thank God for the light of the day
mercy was non existent by both weather and man
when the monsoons came it was difficult to stand
the streams were swollen, then the sun beat us down
and the flesh that peeled from us was bloody and brown
we reflect back to the hell of our brothers demise
the screams still reverberate and we still see the eyes
so we paint our memories upon the canvas with blood
and we dip our brushes of sable in the oozing crimson flood
we reveal what we've seen in the reflections of time
back to the days of parsley, Sage , Rosemary and thyme
the innocence of our youth cloaked in jungle fatigues
and death swallowed many a young Americans dream
Where have the years gone brothers of time
we forever look backward to give reality to rhyme
war has ruled our emotion and crippled our souls
there are yet many mysteries of war....
that should never be told.
Boondocker 8/19/2003
