The beat goes on The lights flash Incessantly in my eyes Tears fall quickly While the music Drums on and on Memories soar by Present is now past And there's a terrible Chill in the air. While men die Yet here I sit In fear able Only to cry
Reason for writing:
It was the time of Nam, 1967.
Enough said .
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