Nighttime
January 2, 2014
As the moon shone above our heads,
God told me a story I'll never forget
Of when Vietnam and America first met.
Wind whined at the wounding windows
Turnip tossed and tooted at the turn of days
Laughter looped and leaked through lines
The anger in their hearts were devilish and cruel
Their flaming eyes burnt down the enemies
Their burning weapons, like devil's horns
The dull moon soon hid behind the blue smog
The door creaked, and peaked at the sickness
The light may stay, but the clouds pray to leave
Bombs boomed as time flies on
Bullets shot, zoomed, teared the sky
A loud crash whooshed through the night
As the whale sail, the storm cry no more
The day sang and rang, a song so delightful
Not far from sight, the sun once again shined.
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