2 A.M. Blues Poem by Lawerence Mize, Sr.

It's 2 a.m., I'm feeling blue.
Roused from bed.
Memories of Nam
drifting through.

Time again
To put pen to pad.
Write of things
that makes me sad.

Want to let go
put it all to rest.
It's enough to know
I passed life's test.

Shake with dread
From the flooding thoughts.
Put names to faces
of those who were lost.

No glory for me
or those who served.
Branded 'Baby Killers'
of all the nerve.

Relive a time
so long ago.
Envision a place
I had come to know.

Search and DESTROY
was the name of the game.
Large body counts
brought recognition and fame.

All the battles we fought
in places quickly forgotten.
The stench of death
so putrid and rotten.

Napalm canisters
tumbling through the air.
Instant horror
dropped with care.

Vills and hootches
burned to the ground.
Plenty of pain
to go around.

Tag'em and bag'em
our brothers in arms.
Their numbers at home
brought such an alarm.

They died from our guns
malaria took a few.
Snipers and mines
mortars too.

So senseless it was
the little war we had.
All the people killed
it's enough to make you go mad.

It's 2 a.m., I'm feeling blue
another sleepless night
nothing new.