There the ghosts of young men, whose faces
will never fade and wounds that will never heal
Across the jungle’s canopy top the monkeys still
scream and bouncing betties so surreal, among
the elephant grass and red poppies still wait…
they can kill friend and foe equally well
Forty years and more have faded into the past
But dark memories like these forever will last,
Mothers still cry and father still moan and sigh