Scars of Vietnam

4-30-1975

They stood among the masses
in the sharp wind.
Peering past the half-moon glasses
they gazed at the yellow and red
stripes that honored their dead.

For all the ones they knew
throughout their lives,
for the ones lived through
the death and suffering,
the silent grievances and utterings.

Those home forgot the lost.
They thought of gain.
They forgot the cost
of freedom and life
against oppression's strife.

But today across the ocean
in another land,
they are men and women
remembering the war,
with memories scarred.

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a/n: Well, it's been a while. I felt bad that I had missed the memorial at the local Vietnamese market for the Fall of Saigon. I also felt like submitting something to an online zine, and this is the product of it.