Pho
By now I, know the ‘Pho'
It is plane with its wings
Takes me there
To wars of Vietnam
And murders, brutal.
All claimed: "For sake of freedom".
I had some classmates
They boiled weeds, vegetables
Problem with accents
"Fifty five" could not say.
Now here, in waiting
Feel those days
Hear them obscure
Hear us in shouting: "Stop war."
"Stop the bloodshed, claiming freedom."
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