Good morning Viet-Nam, Bitter prison of mine. Tell me Viet-Nam, Today,will I die? I never wanted to be a part of this, All my shots were headed to miss; So I am one of the many That realy worship the peace. It is not of death that I am affraid, But of taking a human life away. I could not stand the blood on my hands, Nor I can stnd of taking someones land. The Jungle isn't anymore green; it is red, Absorbing the blood of the dead. Lost minds in anger have hated, I saw wemen and children mutulated. Entire villages burned to the ground And the bitter smell of burned flesh. I still see it before my eyes, It is all becoming ashes. I don't know what to say, But destiny has it's ways, the most crooked plans; It made me kill in self defence. Encouraged by the platoon To simply do it again, Will I turn in the kind I hate? Will I become just like them, Now, after killing a man?Birth sign: Cancer
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