VIETNAM VETERAN by Paul Burton. Some medal ribbons from Long Tan, a four-wheel drive and a caravan. His roaming travels never cease, though all he seeks is quiet and peace. His hair is long and mainly grey, he takes prescriptions every day. If you try to have a chat with him, he sits there with a face thats grim. He listens now to what you say, but you know his mind is far away. He wasnt always down like that, he used to smile and laugh and chat. He used to grin and be upbeat - till he got booed in Flinders Street, when, marching with his comrades there, he saw his own folk didnt care! Hed done what he was told to do, no carry-on or bally-hoo; he hadnt asked to be sent there, hed simply gone to do his share; but sometimes he can still see scenes of bombs, and flares, and jungle greens - he lost five hundred mates up there. his hair now grey that once was fair, his brow more creased, his face more lined, he tries to think of happy times; but happy times have passed him by, and now he only sits and cries. His wife has tried to comfort him, she gets his pills and other things; then, while hes lying there asleep, she sneaks outside, to have a weep. Instead of honour he deserved, from this great country that he served, all he got then were snarls and curses; the thing that made it really worse is the government that sent him there should be so thoughtless, so unfair, to dump him in his hour of need - as change in politics decreed! So, when you see that caravan with medal ribbons from Vietnam, then show that man some deep respect - not ignorance or cruel neglect; for he deserves your admiration, and grateful thanks from this - his nation. p/s: Bài thơ được gửi từ 1 người bạn fb ^^ bạn nói hay nhưng mình thì khó hiểu hết đc:3
Posted on: Thu, 27 Nov 2014 10:50:54 +0000
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