Vet’s Poem
The year was 1974
Vietnam, one year more
We came home on leave
What we saw we could not believe
The hippies were marching in the street
Vietnam veterans were being beat
With bullhorns blaring
giving speeches, lots of swearing
It’s Johnson, Nixon, and the veterans they hate
said something about sending them past hell’s gate
I wore my uniform thought they would be proud
Instead I received boo’s, jeer’s, and spit from the crowd
accused me of killing little babies
But how? I was a corpsman in the Navy
To them it did not matter
It was my blood they began to splatter
As they made their asinine points
they passed around plenty of joints
They claimed we stayed high on smoke
Before taking a second toke
Gone is the war in Vietnam
Does anyone except the vets give a damn?
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