Karl Stuart Kline

Rookie (2/16/50 / Las Vegas, Nevada - When there was only one saloon in town!)

(3.26) The End Result (January,1971) - Poem by Karl Stuart Kline

Bombs are flying,
Kids are crying
In a place
That on the face
Is called Vietnam

It's all the same,
Despite it's fame,
Death is Death,
Life's last breath,
Privilege of the damned...

What is it now?
To kill them how?
What will it be?
Him or Me?
Kill the Red!

Let them come!
Drop the Bomb!
And sing this song,
We can't go wrong,
For we'll all be dead!

Comments about (3.26) The End Result (January,1971) by Karl Stuart Kline

  • Rookie Karl Stuart Kline (Human Rights) (3/4/2007 4:26:00 PM)

    That's right...
    I didn't like that war either! (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, March 4, 2007

Poem Edited: Thursday, January 27, 2011

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