Saigon's Vengeance

A poem about Saigon and the losses we suffered

How do we honor them
Have we ever
Carry me home to my mother's arms
Which can never hold me again
Only to hold the ashes of my body
In her shaking hands
Fierce were the young
Who fought
For the sake of their country
Hath no mercy, jungles of Saigon
Took our sons and brothers
Strangled them with pain and horror
Oh, how they suffered for us
We can never know the anguish felt
If only we could have wrapped our arms
Around each and every one
Everything would be alright
But, nothing would be alright again
For hell hath no mercy
Only vengeance