Viet Nam - 1967

Watching the lushness pass below me Rivers lazy, paddies verdant Crater ringlets there to show me Wanton murder too often fervent Young men dying, futures slaughtered An idiotic, absurd endeavor Unborn sons and unborn daughters Our loss, their loss, gone forever Who remembers, who considers Those whose dreams that ended there? Souls for sale to highest bidders My soul, their souls, shared despair Time will heal us, time a buffer Every year as memories fade Lest we forget those boys who suffered Too high the price that they all paid