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WAR

WAR
 
Guard one night, Firefights the next
And a life you’ll l never read about in a high school text.
From 18 to 80 we range in age,
And this too, youll never read on a history page.
We laugh and we cry, and we see men die,
But we ask ourselves why oh why.
 
Well, all wars involve politics, this is true,
But it is also for these people, who just do not know what to do.
It’s  for the little girl with her smiling face,
Who doesn’t  know if the world holds her a place.
For the old man, with his beard so white, who is now too old to join in this fight.
For the wives and the mothers and the babies to be,
Who have to live under this thing called tyranny
But, most of all it’s for you in the U.S.A., that we fight here each and every day.
So that your little girl with her smiling face,
Won;t have to worry about the world holding her a place.
And for the old man with his hair so white
Who win;t have to worry about joining in any fight.
And for our wives and our mothers and our babies to be
Who will never need to know the meaning of tyranny.
 
So, as we fight…and love…and hate
Please pray to God to deliver us all from a terrible fate.
For although we’ re separated by mountains sand and sea;
It is in your hearts that we all pray to be.

I wrote this in Viet--Nam in 1966. I wrote several others while there and I never realized until recently that Viet-Nam in never mention d in any of them and these poems could pertain to any war sad to say

Autres oeuvres par Kenneth Allen White...



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