by Mushroom Montoya
I was water in Viet Nam
Washing away the sins
Of deceit, hate, and greed,
Failing to feed
What my soul desperately needed
When no one heeded
The call for Peace.
I was water in Viet Nam
Trying to douse the fire
Of the self-righteous liar
Who told us we were on the right
When we were the blight.
I was Water In Viet Nam
Drowning
In my own ocean.

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