’Nam

Through the mire, trudging onward,
Through the jungle, trudging eastward,
Horrors I do see and hear
To which I shut both eye and ear.
Grisly death do I face
With the dawning of each day,
That my memory can’t erase
No matter how I try and pray.
Seething rivers overflowing
With the blood of all the carnage;
Plants are dying that were growing,
Cut down by the Agent Orange.
I am now a useless vet,
My mind will never return to calm
For I never will forget
The bloody horror called Vietnam.