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If you had told me about the war
I would have taken that over the silence
Clutched each painful memory
Braved the images of bodiesâ torn apart
of your innocence killed on arrival
Yet part of me understands why the words
Didnât come why the moods swung
Why the temper struck like lighting
Why the malt liquor was consumed
Why the dishes grew wings
Why eyes hide behind shades darkened
What do you say to a son when
The bullets are flying the bodies are falling
When your own countryâs a Vietnam
© Demitri Tyler
Excerpt from the book âMeasuring For Balanceâ
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