WHY?

WHY? 
WHY? 
WHY? 
WHY? 
WHY? 
WHY? 
WHY? 
Why did we killed in Vietnam? 
Why were we born? 
Just to die. 
And have our names. 
On a black granite wall. 
Years later. 
We are trading with Vietnam. 
WHY? 
~ Ricardo
This poem is about: 
My country
Our world

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