WALKIN’ ‘NAM BLUES

by: Spider

Chopper blades go “wap-wap” overhead

Don’t look down or you’ll count the dead

It’s no Goddamn game to keep up a score

They aren’t people down there anymore.

The body-count is what the brass wants to see

As we kill a Commie to make him free

Don’t dare bother with the sex or age

You just maintain that killing rage.

They really aren’t people don’t you know

Not just farmers with their rice to grow

Struggling to make a living from the land

And we’re not anything they had planned.

Here we are, Death from Above

Stealing lives once filled with love

It’s their country and don’t you think

They’d defend it and wouldn’t shrink?

This young/old soldier not much over a boy

Has found no glory and in killing- no joy

All I want is to go back to the World now

But it seems I’ve gone and forgotten how

Is my girl still waiting for me yet

Or did a draft dodger make her forget

I should be becoming a Short Timer soon

Maybe I’ll get home by the next June.

But at my feet there is a sound

I know my time has come around

I try to leap far off to get away

“Booby Trap” is the last thing I say.

© Spider 09