America, my promised land,
I see you in a puddle
of blood, you do not understand,
your people sit and huddle.
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Very thoughtful poem Herbert. I feel so bad for anyone who has their son (or daughter) sent there. They must feel very torn between 'supporting their child's duty' and knowing we shouldn't be there. Nicely written. Sincerely, Mary
I agree wholeheartedly! 2000 todate...how many more boys must be killed. They should get out now. The reaper has endless fields to till. Good poem. Tai 9 from me.
My brother was there but he is back home...he was one of the first...It is a sad sad shame.