Many moons ago
When I was just a young lad
Walter Cronkite on the tube
I saw our Army in Vietnam
That was sad
Young boys dieing
In a jungle of little men
Back in those days of purple haze
I was only ten
Ten years later
I joined myself
Peacetime for us
Nothing else to discuss
I took a trip
That riddled my brain
Times were ticking so fast
I thought I was going insane
My tongue
Touched a tiny paper
I disliked the taste
Anticipating
Hyper activeness
My mind going to waste
I hit it again
And again
Till I said to myself
No more
Back to reality
Don't need another
War
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
drugs may achieve an altered state of consciousness but for a real high poetry cannot be beaten.No side effects and little cost