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A poem about a man in the Vietnam War. |
| Ding...Dong, Ding...Dong Sounds the bell ringing it's mournful song Bodies numb frozen in time the wife and children cry wanting not to believe their eyes The man had left against his will to serve and protect or die In uniform he dressed a gun in hand forced into a battle he didn't understand No longer a boy but barely a man he did what he had to survive Aiming and shooting beating and killing bodies falling to the floor he's unable to take anymore Then he thought of his family his kids and his wife what they would do if he'd end his life So he pushed forward to try and defend the ones that he loved back home He dies in a war but what for? The reason, never made clear Now he's carried to his grave for reasons unknown his wife and kids wave goodbye, now alone Ding...dong...ding...dong The bell rings its mournful song almost, as if to say a hero has died today -Just A. Nobody |