Jungle Of Fear Poem by Aidan Ross

Men of America in a foreign land.
Marching along, black rifle in hand.
Some came for a thrill.
Others sent, against their will.
Sent there to crush the red.
To make every single commie, dead.
Shipped off without a plan.
To Massacre their fellow man.
Pawns in a darn fools game.
Left to burn, to take the blame.
Even those, whose hearts still flow.
Have nought but sorrow to show.

Even though there's peace there now, is the lesson learnt?
Will there ever be happiness? , for those whose souls were burnt.