Treasure Island

Lawerence Mize, Sr.

(October 29,1949 / Baltimore, Maryland)

Shattered Dreams


Broken promises
shattered dreams.
Vietnam's legacy
an endless scream.

Cry for the soldier
who fought and died.
Cry for the family
left to wonder why.

Feel the pain and suffering
of those left behind.
Came home losers
marking their time.

So many men
crippled and torn.
Paralyzed in body and spirit
asking why they were born.

Look into the souls
of those brave young men.
Feel their hurt
say...never again.

Think of home and family.
What it all means.
No more Vietnam's.
No more shattered dreams.

Submitted: Sunday, September 02, 2012

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This poem is from Dream Men Calling, a collection of poems of my experiences in the Republic of Vietnam.

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