Life After War Poem by kwane Lamb

Being nice is not enough…
A relationship is tough…
Living by the relationship…

If you are ready that’s cool…
But in that way you never…
Finished school…

And the teen age life you…
Never lived…
Protecting your country was …

Your Adams rib…
Now because of what you did…
Joining the army at 17…

That uniform was your dream…
But the conflict that came and went…
Give your life a different scent…

Marriage at such a young age…
Entwined in war gave rage…
Hiding to the world…


Now back home to face the girl…
Her being your wife…
And the war…then that strife…

What an after life…
War rules kelp you living…
Back in the world…
People are not giving…

Sleeping in mud…
Running up and down hills…
This “back to the world”…
Life isn’t real…

After 13 months you still wish to kill…
For that was your only drill…
Now you are an adult…

Living on a whole new boat…
The laws are new and has truly…
Changed…
Now I am somewhat deranged…

Strange…
Bottled…
Up is anger plenty…

Sympathy I don’t have any…
Tears fill my eyes…
Now my life I surmise…

Surprise…

In the mind dead or alive…
The nightmares rise…
Now all tensed up inside…

The least little thing…
And life is disrupted…
Not to mention the demands of a relationship…

Ooooo! I what to bust that lip…
But this calls for a new chip…
Because of the things which I never did…

For in the army my teenage…
Year were hide…
Being a trooper you have this duty…

Making you true to the flag…“Back to the world” a drag…
The people here play tag…
In the world I come from…Tag will get you killed…

Prejudice…has not changed…
In the hood the same old thang…
So now I try to concentrate my brain…

Just to fit in…you know be plain…
But people still thought me insane…
So to God I go…

Prostrating on the floor…
Pray and pray…and pray some more…
The things I did to other…
I dare tell my mother…
With her I could not live…
For deep within I pout…
And at the world I shout…

In the hospital…
Cause shouting isn’t right…
The nightmares get worse each night…

My whole being filling with tears…
Doctors keep putting me on those pills…
Soon they become a thrill…

Is my life real?
Why do I still want to kill?
Leaving the hospital without…the doctors…
Consent…

Reliving the past…
My friends dying all around …
At home they cannot see my pain…
Now my body hears no sound…

After all the dead bodies I found…
Some younger then me…
Damn! Why can’t my government see…

What a teen life they stole …
Now I am middle age…
That’s getting old…

And still to the flag I will give my soul…
Even when they lied to me…
While I was rising my hand…

After I do …I became a man…
So now the after math…
Death seem to smooth…

Why did live…
And not die in that bloody pool…
My death to even the score…

I can’t live like this any more…
My responsibilities are not the same…
People playing silly games…

In the world I live games got you dead…
Crowds give me fear…
I treat them as if hunting a deer…

My relationships are slow…
I grow as time go…
But still down deep inside…

Mountains of shame I hide…
And yet there is this American pride…
What is it we me…

Many friends back in that catastrophe…
My life ain’t no good for me…
Help me…to die…and be a hero…

Let me be among the ARMIES best…
Those who died have pass the test…
Not living in this new world…

Not seeing new rules…
Women I have learn to respect…
They are the only ones who gave a hack…

And the flag…as I die …I still respect…
My friends of that far away land…
I’ll come back again…

Love you my brothers…
For you the brave have no color…


Whisperkwane
swtlamb@yahoo.com

Dedication to All who keep this home land free…

For the trooper of all wars (VIETNAM) …
I pray everyday…that my life I can take away…
I remember you…all…Hoping the government will as well.

Shout out: to 173rd…the heard 1967-75
Bong Song…jungle…Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol (lrrps)