The confusing and piercing cracklings, all about the
pristine valleys,
Would soon burst into kerosene flames of charred barbeques of
human beings
As the HU_1s (the Hueys); flew by - seeking to find soldier
body parts blown apart by volleys
Of bullets, shrapnel, lead fire of political misgivings
At 16th parallel; Route 9. the 1st cav and 9th Marine
grunts held ground
Until the last hand of insanity quieted the warrior’s voices
to a silent sound …
And for what? A home
country filled with doubts
And to main-street-college kids - confused and full of
shouts
Against both the warriors and the purveyors of war
Because no one would accept that no matter how far
The riots projected fear and anger – the wrongness was the lowest
bar
That the country would fail at and so, they came home wounded;
during moonless evenings.
