A little poem I wrote for my English class. It had to be about a MIA vietnam vet. |
Weight of Pain Black tile With names carved in their everlasting presence Looking over the people they fought for And died for Richard Allen Estrada, John Edward Nelson, Richard Peguero The dull knife pain of death Stabs out and strikes The people he fought for And died for All he asks is for memory A house in the heads of others Where he can live on Past the fighting his name stands proudly Against his will it stands proudly Against the country's will it stands proudly Subtle proof of his last gift to his family, a gold star It is hard to believe that a name his name Still burns within people Father, Mother, Relatives, Friends, Comrades, Still hold the weight of his soul Which is only lighted by tears But who holds the weight of Richard Allen Estrada's soul? What about Richard Peguero, Stanly Spikes, Ray Leonard Ferry, Stephen John Hinds, and Glennis Ray Kellams? The deep impact of their names All of their names Is deadened by us we share the burden of their souls, Though memory and love, And help the truly crippled Father, Mother, Relatives, Friends, Comrades, And the survivors themselves The people they fought for And died for Will forever look over them And their loved ones And we will always grant them presence Into out hearts |