Once upon a time.

A long time ago.

A fatal decision was made.

The secretary tried to redeem it,

But he was too slow.

Young men were sent away,

To a narrow piece of land.

To stop a governing embodiment;

They thought this was grand.

But soon they found out,

As they prepared to fight.

It was a hopeless, fruitless cause.

They would all soon die.

The guns were fired,

Day after day.

Men were drafted,

Regardless of what they had to say.

In Vietnam, people were dying.

They were bleeding, screaming and crying.

Nowin this next stanza, I will open the door.

To show you all who dont knowthe horrors of war.

In the battlefield, dead bodies were lying.

Oh, look you politicianspeople are dying.

Gutted, stabbed bodies, lying in the battle troughs

Some of them even had their body parts torn off.

No, nodont look away yet, for your sake.

There is still another point I want to make.

You see, this isnt quite the gist of war,

There is still one more obscene, sadistic gore.

Some of these young men were friends for a long time,

They promised to stay that way, till the last breath.

But something would take that away.

And it came quicklyit was called death.

Yes it is true.

I have never experienced war.

But a good imagination I have.

And this atrocity cannot be ignored anymore.

Now, my audience, before I depart,

There is one more thing I would like to yield.

After the war, the survivors came home.

But at the same timethey were still at that gut-riddenbattlefield.

[Vietnam War]