The Conscientious American
By
Larry Clifford ©2011
I marched off to Viet Nam
It was what my Country and Conscience called me to do
I marched through ranks of greasy druggies with signs
Calling me names for doing my duty to my country
I was wounded and ashamed, but not for myself
Rather for them, what I asked was their problem?
Sad for them, I wondered what was their problem?
Did they not know God, or Our Founding Fathers;
Had they never had a hero, or trusted a friend?
They spoke of peace but knew it not.
They spat upon me on my return
Duty, Country, Fellow man they spurned
I was wounded and ashamed, but not for myself
Sad for them I wondered again their problem?
And now, there they are occupying the streets again
Protesting again they know not what or why
Peace symbols on signs but no sign of peace
Their hearts and minds devoid of reason
Sad for them I wondered again their problem?
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