Nacked Child Of War Vietnam 1972 Poem by James Tipp

Running down the road naked child of war
Back all burnt and blistered
You don’t know what for.
Picture in the paper
A thousand miles away
The man said on the news
Your brother died today.
How to face the agony
Of a life without a home
A thousand miles away
A poet writes a poem.
He tries to tell the people
Of a God of love not hate
But the people only shake their heads
They’re sorry your to late.
In his mind he sees your body
Your back is one vast burn
And he cries into the paper
For he knows they’ll never learn