Hello Doughboys Where is your war today? Vietnam’s nitroglycerin jungles weren’t enough, Now that the jungles are stained red The sand has to be painted With new swords unspoiled That are built to destroy the plow To not be beaten And tear...

I have been suffocated, strangled My words cut short and the flow Ceased My back is broken by black and bulging beasts, Whose sadness seeps from strike to skin, And their laughs lord over me, Low, laying lying and...