Haunted By Viet Nam To Kill To Be Free

Haunted By Viet Nam

To Kill To Be Free

The Commitment to Death



To take a life in war to breathe

death brothers of brothers

All in the name of freedom,

who laws do man, obey.

To slaughter women and

children to liquidate the constitution

Of the man man laws.

Living the horrors after the abomination

Of a new world order governed

by murders and the proclamation

To kill are be killed. God spoken

words thy shall not kill.

The assumptions of equality

which man stands armor against the creations

Of Gods plan, man definition

of who’s right, and who shall live.

The cries from the grave every

man shall kneel shall confess he has

Taken a life. So whose abomination that stands before the laws carved in stone.



The ritual of death the blood shall lye upon mans hand.

The warriors of death shall meet the almighty God which his tongue shall confess.



The army of death for there shall be no partisans of the holocaust that have sanction life

In the name of freedom for all. I sit upon the rock as the world pleas its cause.

The man that walks with armored Gun. So who is man who speaks for thy almighty?

God who have broken all Gods laws.

The hell and the fury which he stands before the man man laws.

To kill are be locked in an 8/11

box refusing to serve the army of death.

I pledge allegiance to which it

stands, I the murder of my brother,

Under the blood of justice man

who turns his back on Gods law.

I shall repeat the horrors each

time I close my eyes, the death that smells

Upon my trust, memories of the blood that stood before my gun.

The darken hell that sat before my feet, body parts that linkers as the devoured mind, becomes the cannibals of war, yellow heroin to end the pain, death sentence as the guns go off, sleeping in the grave yard which man call freedom, who gives a dam about the war that lives within, to live are to dye, to live within a hell that only man could understand, as the bodies lie upon my trust, children liquidated as animals in the oh say can you see, waking up as the bullets fly upon my head, why are we here, in a strange land? Who was is this,

a man who must die to continue to live on land that God has given without a price tag.

Screams from the grave I have killed my brother

I walk the cold streets, hands in my pockets, hunger that

Eats at my bones, no warmth to

ease the cold nest of the night,

People walking back and forth,

tears upon my cheeks,

Laughter that feels the air, a world that

Lives within its own space.

Card board boxes that I seek,

Back doors that empty food

Within the street, I haunt like a

dog who seeks for food,

A man who walks upon the land, Viet Nam,

trained to kill like a dog.

Freedom I fight for my country I pledged to protect.

I live like an animal in a cage.

Living in the belly of the beast,

lived better in the swamp,

Had food on my back when my

stomach cried to be freed.

Living in my country that fights

for me, who cries for me?

A prisoner of mind, in the

country I fought for all men.

Bombs are blasting,

fire works flashing; down said the man,

As the bullets fled my way.

Cold nest of the night, layered

With clothing that man through

in the boroughs as garbage

In the night, I flee for warmth

in the deep of the night, flash backs

Of a swamp, running from the

bullets from the Vietnam side.

Vietnams cries I have met

you on the other side, Bullets blasting I

Stand correct. I salute darkness,

a bullet place in my head, living

In a card board box, I got my gun,

put it to my head, was ready

To meet God on the other side.

Fears of Suicidal imbursements, laced with poverty.

I stood at attention, when the

man in blues coats removed me

From the card board box I lived

through the night. Placing me

In a prison only a dog would

live through the call of night.

Oh say can you see, by the dawns early light.

I without mind, I without a home, I died in Viet Nam.

Scars on my back, Scars in my hands, Scars that haunt me

Through the night, Freedom I killed my soul,

In the name of justice and liberty.

Let everyman stand, every man pledge, and Let

Everyman lives for the freedom

of the land. I sit in the belly

Of the beast, my scars are deep,

my spirit is dead, I no

Longer sing, the national anthem

of the land. I gave my life,

You gave me death, and I no longer

see the stripes of your song.

Give me liberty are give me death.

The coldness of the night, the

troops that walks upon the night.

The spider borrows from the fly,

sitting at its prey, the giving

Heart gives within, and human

kindness turns no man away.

The smell of gasoline that sets

before the cardboard box that I live,

The boy the man a human fire that set for me.

I the land that I fought to be free,

living in a trail of death, as the

Fires burn my flesh, I jumped up

and saluted the man the

Boy who stood before my death.

Copywriter 2002

jackieamos2@netzero.com

Jacqueline Amos