April13,2019
Vietnam Memorial today
I feel I'm standing in a mind field of Ghosts
Explosions no matter where I step
Even though treading lightly
In respect for those who died in that god forsaken land
Where both sides defended their right to live
In a war driven by politics
The feather of my existence
In stark contrast to the grim reality
Of life never lived as both sides struggled to survive each day
Tormented by dreams of death
As anguished screams echo in my head
From a war that should never have been
Tommy
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem