For there to be a victor there must be a loser.
Such is war.
It is so very, very sad that one family's joy
Is another family's woe.
For forty days and more,
The killing took place in earnest.
For the conquering of one man's quest for power
Tens of thousands had to die.
Hundreds of thousands more suffered the anticipated
horrors of war.
One nation rejoices in such few deaths of its own;
Another nation morns its Vietnam.
Every war is a Vietnam, for some poor soul
of a nation.
Russia's people suffered 'the Nam' in Afghanistan.
Kampuchea suffered it's Nam from the Khmer Rouge.
For the sins of one man, innocents by the thousands
were killed.
The other's fathers, brothers, and uncles
but not the victor's.
Such is the other face of Victory.
There's an epidemic of 'Fly the Flag Fever' for
the victor.
Support the troops were the words,
Support for their killing of other men, the deed.
Not a thought or care for the other face of victory.
Not once were the words uttered,
'Kill the one evil man and let the innocent live.'
The eyes of the rest of the world see celebration for
a vanquished foe.
The eyes of the other face of victory see the wasting of
lives in another Vietnam.
A celebration of victory is a celebration of killing.
Such is the other face of victory.
The atrocities of torture are no less than those of war.
Killing of men who are simply soldiers
Is no less than killing of men, by men who are simply
agents of another's evil.
The horror of death by brutal torture is no less horrifying
than death by incineration within a tank.
Both are victims of someone else's evil.
The flag fliers blood run hot
at the sight of anti-war rallys.
Let their blood boil, the evil man expects no less
but blind patritism from his own.
Those who protested this war, protest all wars;
For they know the other face of victory.