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Vietnam

The true war.

By Ghost G.Published 6 years ago 1 min read
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America. Land of the greatest, but dipped in hatred.

We live by war.

Boots on the ground become heartbeats for generations.

Pounding on doors and waiting for loved ones who may never come home.

“Thank you for your service.”

Now slide on by

To break homes, shrivel up living by the darkness in your mind,

Or battered and bruised in alleyways to die.

See a son forced to walk away

to fight for his country

Such an honor

Wait to see if he comes home

to see all the horror that

Freedom and liberty at the roots in his life mean seeing

Bodies and bullets every fourth of July.

Our soldiers are sent away as an offer to a battlefield

Where the they wait for the flag on their coffin.

We weep,

For a father left charred

A mother left broken

A child left barred

Where a house no longer feels like home

Because the empty chair at the table reminds of the fact

They choke on hours of smoke and ash

For a home that never wanted them back.

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About the Creator

Ghost G.

Poet with an obsessive love for studying mathematics and the processing power of the developing human mind.

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