I am in Vietnam--who will console me?
I am terrified of bombs, of cold wet leaves and bamboo splinters in my feet,
of a bullet cracking through the trees, across the world,
killing me--there is a bullet in my brain, behind my eyes,
so that all I see is pain I am in vietnam--who will console me?
from the sixoclock news, from the headlines lurking on the street,
between the angry love songs on the radio,
from the frightened hawks and angry doves
I meet a war I will not fight is killing me--
I am in vietnam, who will console me?
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