I recently listened to a documentary on BBC about the war in Vietnam, the crimes that were committed for the “greater good” and the eventual ‘scape-goating’. Am not sure whether or not I believe in the notion of “greater good” but I love to think that I know what war is and don’t like it!
The music was intense;
Every one’s baby was crying.
Behind the heap of sandbags, pretense
Was hope for those who were dying.
Whenever the music stopped,
Even for a few wishful minutes, they hoped
That the ‘PLAY’ button
Wouldn’t be pressed again;
That the clouds, already broken,
Would hold back the rain.
But behind that rotting design,
The boldest line was the frontline.
The Emrys said,
November 4, 2008 @ 12:09 pm
dude yo poems always get me, dope!
Tamzel said,
December 9, 2008 @ 2:28 pm
Very sad.