Veterans/Memorial Day Poem, #1
Otis Willie PIO The American War Library
TEARS ON BLACK
I was but a young man
Coming home from Vietnam
Coming home to "the World" of hurt
I departed the Nam
I'm going home again
Going home to be treated like dirt
Many years have passed
And maybe at last
Real Americans can finally see
That the real scam
In Vietnam
Was not by my brothers and me
But the people up high
No, Nit in the sky
But the place the call D.C.
Now, in this place
People walk and face
an endless, long black "Wall"
The moisture there
Is not from the air
But for those who walked so tall.
Written from the heart by Dale Surface
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