THRU THE AIRPORT GATE I CAME
WHEN THE SPITTLE HIT MY FACE
WHAT HAPPENED I’M NOT PROUD OF
MY REACTION I’D LIKE TO ERASE
IN A MOMENT IT WAS OVER
MY ATTACKER WAS ON THE GROUND
ASTRADDLE HIS CHEST I WAS
AS HIS FACE I BEGAN TO POUND
SOMEONE ROUGHLY PULLED ME OFF
BEFORE I KILLED MY FRIGHTENED FOE
THE POLICE ARRIVED, SHACKLED ME
AS I PLEADED, “PLEASE, LET ME GO”
BUT IT’S NOT MY FAULT I BEGGED
I’M DOING AS I WAS TAUGHT
I JUST GOT HOME FROM VIET NAM
SEEING MY FAMILY IS ALL I SOUGHT
WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?
I JUST WANTED TO BE LEFT ALONE
NOW I’M ARRESTED, HANDCUFFED
AND FOR THIS I NOW MUST ATONE
MY WELCOME HOME WAS A JOKE
I SHOULD HAVE STAYED IN NAM
MY COMING HOME MORE ACCEPTED
IF I HAD BEEN KILLED BY A BOMB!
The Hoosier Wordsmith contains short stories and poetry pertaining to life’s experiences and trials. The content contains varying subject matter from humor, satire, patriotism and God’s everlasting love.
Friday, June 24, 2022
WELCOME HOME
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