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1965
The Vietnam War - A Seventh Pro Peace Pantoum
Introduction
While going through Vocal's Poetry tags for some reason. Pantoum caught my eye. I thought I would investigate it and the sixth result is below.
Since I passed 1900 in my Vocal stories, each of the next 106 stories may coincide with years of significance. The Vietnam War was between 1948 and 1973, but the USA sent their first big ground force in 1965 so that and 1973 are the significant dates I am using to share two more pro-peace messages in Pantoum form.
The music is "I Feel Like I'm Fixin To Die Rag" by Country Joe McDonald and The Bevis Frond
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1965
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Six Hundred Thousand Civilian Deaths
The Body Count In That Terrible War
A Million Soldiers Took Their Last Breath
And Again We All Asked, "What Was It For?"
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The Body Count In That Terrible War
Napalm Gel Burned All Its Targets Alive
And Again We All Asked, "What Was It For?"
Carpet Bombing Made Sure None Would Survive
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Napalm Gel Burned All Its Targets Alive
Making Profits For Investors An Home
Carpet Bombing Made Sure None Would Survive
The Masters Of War Can Never Atone
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Making Profits For Investors An Home
Building Not Bombing Now Should Be The Way
The Masters Of War Can Never Atone
Can We Not Make Homes And Dig No More Graves
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Comments (8)
"This is my Vietnam. I shouldn't have got into this and I've got no good way out." – John Oliver
Mike, I've missed this great poem when you published it 4 days ago - was swamped with work. As this was the last thing you published, I hope you are OK and just taking a break. I actually miss notifications about your stories in my feed.
That is such a curious form - and well used here, too.
Amen to that, Mike!
This was so heartwrenching. Loved your poem!
Very, very nicely done, Mikey. I agree, there must be and end.
How many times must we say, "No more! Never again!" before we mean it?
So true!!!♥️♥️💕