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Beryl M
Guest
Vietnam
Coming Home
Such is the plight of all
Who answer to the nations call
Some survive but many fall
Wrapped within a funeral caul
Those returning cast aside
Ridiculed no place to hide
Some homeless, stripped of pride.
Wishing it was them who died
The battlefield, forgotten name
Upon their backs society's shame
Regret the day they homeward came?
No Parade or Victory fame.
If were seen lying in the street
Some hurred by with rushing feet
Did hands extend with friendship greet
And say well met and merry meet?.
Coming Home
Such is the plight of all
Who answer to the nations call
Some survive but many fall
Wrapped within a funeral caul
Those returning cast aside
Ridiculed no place to hide
Some homeless, stripped of pride.
Wishing it was them who died
The battlefield, forgotten name
Upon their backs society's shame
Regret the day they homeward came?
No Parade or Victory fame.
If were seen lying in the street
Some hurred by with rushing feet
Did hands extend with friendship greet
And say well met and merry meet?.