Wandering in the toxic rain.
Visions' of destroyed crops'.
People begging, turning insane.
Sorrowing mothers.
Collect their belongings'.
Their tender offsprings' corpse.
Laying there in piles of dead skin.
Mourning familes', forgiving the US sin.
(Chorus)
Wandering in the drops' of rain.
Scream to the children to move.
They laugh and point, I'm insane.
Please, listen children you need to move.
Many years passed.
Now, what can I or could I do?
The Naphthenic and Palmitic acid.
Engrossed in the once rich now dead soils.
As the soldiers'-murderers' reflect upon actions'.
glaring in the destroyed household foils.
Vietnam, innocent people and children.
Burned in pure devilish agony.
Oops sorry, we was in war. Pardon.
Excuse my ridiculous remorse.
For these people and offsprings corpse.
(Chorus)
Wandering in the drops' of rain.
Scream to the children to move.
They laugh and point, I'm insane.
Please, listen children you need to move.
Many years passed.
Now, what can I or could I do?
Collect their belongings'.
Nothing, to collect.
Except a painful and blistering past.
From the toxic Napalm blast.
Comments
threeleafshamrock | July 28, 2009 - 10:36
A good and well written sentiment.
I read recently that Robert S. McNamara vilified for his role in escalating the Vietnam War when he was secretary of defence at the time died. Before he died, he completely changed his mind about the war and admitted that it was 'terribly wrong'.
I met two 'Vets' once here in Ireland on holiday; some of the stories they told would curl your toes.
Love the last verse in you piece...'painful and blistering past..' Very strong, well done mate!
Chris ;)
sarah wilson | July 28, 2009 - 12:17
I agree with all Chris said. 'painful and blistering past' very emotive and well chosen. Well done:)
sarah x
pinda | July 28, 2009 - 17:44
Thanks, I appreciate your comments.