'17' Vietnam

He had the guts to fight and die, 
He paid the price, what did he buy? 
He brought you life by giving his, 
Who gives a damn what a soldier gives. 
You watch your T.V. from your easy chair, 
But you don't know what it's like out there. 
You burn the kids for marching at dawn, 
To plant their flags on the White House lawn. 
You knock our ways but have your fun, 
And then teach us to use a gun. 
There's nothing else you can do, 
Yet I'm supposed to die for you. 
I'll hate you till the day I die, 
You made me hear my buddy cry. 
I saw his arm a bloody shred, 
I heard them say, "THIS ONE'S DEAD".
 

P.F.C. Michael R. Mulcahy
Copyright Created 1972
 
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Other Sources:
(Poem & Biography) 1993 The National Library of Poetry "Where Dreams Begin" 1995 The National Library of Poetry "After the Storm" (Poem, Biography and Photo of "The Wall") 1995 Sparrowgrass Poetry Forum, INC."Poetic Voices of America" Summer 1995