Let's commemorate the
lost to the Vietnam Era, notme
resistors using their status but not their
knowledge, quick to
demand and slow to command respect, & their sorry
sisters, raising babies on tips, fighting the refugees for
Progress and envying Industry, who doth protest too
much the endless lockstep march, seeing all but the
any but themselves for a lot so independently cast.
Many were called, and a few chose a burnt draft card
unwilling to go Boom! over the Gulf of Tonkin. Let's erect a new
wall, in the shadow of that which honors those
material, visible only to those turning their backs on
it while seeking shelter from the
light as they
move on, get Cronkhite to name each resistor, Jane by his
side (finding 'Nam on a map) , and post a personal note to
'Resisting in haste, repenting in leisure
enlisted for life in heretoday pleasure.
Thanks for contributing to the VC
Yippie! it worked out just fine for me.'
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem