Vietcong (poem orginally written for my history project)

 

 

Moving fast and blending too

Confidence lacking

Young and restless

Motivated by idealism

Or pressured to

 To be taught what we were fighting for

 

Afraid to fight those so heavily armed

When being attack hiding behind heavy machine guns

To defend and attack grenades, rifles

Traps homemade from scavenged objects

Underground was the way they knew

 

A cell is what a group was be called

Did we know each other

The answer no

Why would this be

For when captured and tortured

Confessions would be none

 

To gain trust in local area, instructions were to be as followed

Not to destroy, buy or borrow

Don’t break a word

And never speak of what was happening

We would even help with chores and such

 

But what was really deep down

We would not know if we would see loved ones again due to facts of war

If one is to be captured, torture or killed

Yet we did the same to the ones we fought against

There would be emotion

Of homesick or guilt or anything in between

One may not show it or know

Even though wrong was done, human we still are

Fighting for a war

Fighting for the side I believed