SELF PORTRAIT

There were times when Lonely couldn't describe what we were feeling,

We were surrounded with the death that Vietnam was dealing .

We survived the battles and we won the wars

But how do we live with our memories behind closed doors?

Imagine if you could, That is... if you care,

Fighting for countries who didn't want you there

Americans nor the Vietnamese

The rejection of both brought us to our knees.

Blood ran red and stained the soil

Peace demonstrations were held with tempers that boiled

ARVN shit birds that ran away from the fight

as death claimed the brave, forbidding last rights.

We held our Brothers as they lay there and died

Helpless and hopeless we sat there and cried

We clung to them as they drew their last breath

But we were powerless to ease the sting of death.

Look into our eyes, they will pierce your soul

You will see tragedies within , that will never unfold

Words unwritten, that will never be read

Held captive with honor by the walking dead