Let the Remembering eyeBe beautiful
Remembering Viet Nam
Of handsome small brown
People in flat cone hats
And little villages
Of many flowers and many gardens
And such talk and laughter
And the secret jungle
Brooding in the background
Remembering an age of beauty
Remember
The
Round
Square
Oblong
Table
Talking
Peace
Talking
Peace but
None
Came
Munitioners
Profit
Greedily
Let the remembering eye
Be ugly
And dead as Viet Nam
Is dead
With wandering homeless
Plodding and terrified
Ah, the conquering heros
Come to nowhere
One wants to be
What WAS Viet Nam?
No home forever
Viet Nam no