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The Vietnamese Boy
A young boy used to play with bullets and grenade cases on the ground
Hearing sounds of gunshots in the distance
He ran his fingers through the ravaged dirt in bliss and innocence
Like there was no danger in existence
I hear the boy holler his story at dawn and dusk
He’d wait in line for a grain of rice to give his family of seven
The poor boy existed like wasted dreams
playing tag in a battlefield
His country wished for serenity
Untouched by clashing metal
He prayed under the empty midnight sky for a heeding star
to carry his dreams across the sea
It sailed him to a warless land
On his voyage, he met me.
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My dad lived through the Vietnam War and I'd hear his childhood stories growing up.
I wanted to write realistically, but with a hopeful ending.