The wetness of a dog's urine
must be sweeter to the taste
than vomit brought to my mouth
from my stomach's waste.As I gaze at pictures, read gastly details
of women, children whose very entrails
are ripped from their bodies by the weapons blast,
as angry young men continue their tasks,
raping Asia to summission at last.
Come on you Asians with slanted eyes,
cease and desist and you will see,
that beneath this war like disguise,
They offer THEIR form of Democracy.,
Bryson
1967
America's Politics of Semantics
"A City is a city, is a city, is a city"
The name of the city I can't pronounce,
for it's written in Vietnamese.
Buildings were many, citizens plenty
far from the troubled sea.
Women cooked, men worked, children
played their games
not knowing or caring about our world
or it's aims.
When suddenly at seven all hell and heaven
opened their mouths wide
yelling and screaming they went carening
to death and the other side.
Silence now covers this piece of earth
where children played their games.
Men, women, children all gone,
including even their names.
But what if the rolls were changed, you see,
the name of the town is Albany.
Oh! this would aggression be,
I see, I see, I see.