Nighttime

As the moon shone above our heads,

God told me a story I'll never forget

Of when Vietnam and America first met.

 

Wind whined at the wounding windows

Turnip tossed and tooted at the turn of days

Laughter looped and leaked through lines

 

The anger in their hearts were devilish and cruel

Their flaming eyes burnt down the enemies

Their burning weapons, like devil's horns

 

The dull moon soon hid behind the blue smog

The door creaked, and peaked at the sickness

The light may stay, but the clouds pray to leave

 

Bombs boomed as time flies on

Bullets shot, zoomed, teared the sky

A loud crash whooshed through the night

 

As the whale sail, the storm cry no more

The day sang and rang, a song so delightful

Not far from sight, the sun once again shined.

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