“Fifty years of teats!”
I’ve been there, I know who live and who died.
Don’t tell me I can’t cry!
Bullets and bombs, flares and mines and artillery
around the clock. Black body bags piled high in
that steaming, jungle sun.
Don’t tell me not to cry!
Anger, fear, loneliness, despair-Twenty-four-seven!
explosions, fire, death and blood everywhere!
Don’t tell me not to cry!
Buddies gone forever, young faces I’ll never forget!
If you’ve been there, then you know what I’m talking about!
If you have not been there, then you willl never know…
So don’t tell me not to cry!
Jackie R. Kays
© 2/4/15
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