Poem 8 – We Have - Doc’s Locker

Poem 8 – We Have

Have you sat on a hill watching the napalm explode,

or smelled the dead bodies at the side of the road.

Have you looked down your sights at a child of six,

or an old MaMa San with her bundle of sticks.

Have you felt your heart stop as you stepped on a mine,

or helped a young Marine who will always be blind.

Have you walked all day long in the rice paddy mud,

or stood in the rain to wash off the blood.

Have you had to listen as people called you names,

or looked at the children all broken and maimed.

We Have.

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