Ode to Vietnam:

 

 

Lay me down on judgement day

Wrap me in sheets, of pressed clay

The lines of reason drawn

In red or gold came at costs,

more than told

 

Lay me down on judgement day

Will earth to take me, to an earlier day

When strong legs fought

To terrible costs

Up hills of lead

Through swamps of dread

 

Lay me down this time when

Judgement day comes from

Heavens send

Of fought I did so true

For all that worship,

Red, white and blue

 

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