Bombs are flying, <br />Kids are crying <br />In a place <br />That on the face <br />Is called Vietnam <br /> <br />It's all the same, <br />Despite it's fame, <br />Death is Death, <br />Life's last breath, <br />Privilege of the damned... <br /> <br />What is it now? <br />To kill them how? <br />What will it be? <br />Him or Me? <br />Kill the Red! <br /> <br />Let them come! <br />Drop the Bomb! <br />And sing this song, <br />We can't go wrong, <br />For we'll all be dead!<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/3-26-the-end-result-january-1971/
