The Korean War
For John Lewis Bradshaw, My Father
That blue square with the white letters
When sited target makes
Upon helmet or upon uniform,
Coppery, salty red lakes.
It’s not our war, but we are there
To save a peninsula from Red Peril,
We carry the war, to our dismay,
Like fish caught in a barrel.
A human wave poured out upon
The Father against the Son…
Divide them up and let them have
Demilitarized zone, not won…
Then let our soldiers coming out
Find a Red Cross no friend…
Not only give blood to pay blood
But also their own coins they spend.
© Copyright, Daphne Yvonne Bradshaw, 2000.
All rights reserved.
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