War Remnant Museum, Ho Chi Ming City, Vietnam
“Buy books, sir,” a boy called,
stopping me on my track
to the War Remnant Museum.
“No, no.” My words were cold.
Back in time, the inhumanity of war
unfolded beyond my belief:
barbaric, grotesque, pathetic -
at the end, stood the Yellow Star.
It is the star of David I saw indeed
Goliath met his fate once more,
his sword broken, his armor rusted,
another lesson of man’s greed.
“Buy books, sir.” The boy was back.
Before leaving the sacred compound,
I read Iraq and Afghanistan.
What is it that we humans lack? ~
stopping me on my track
to the War Remnant Museum.
“No, no.” My words were cold.
Back in time, the inhumanity of war
unfolded beyond my belief:
barbaric, grotesque, pathetic -
at the end, stood the Yellow Star.
It is the star of David I saw indeed
Goliath met his fate once more,
his sword broken, his armor rusted,
another lesson of man’s greed.
“Buy books, sir.” The boy was back.
Before leaving the sacred compound,
I read Iraq and Afghanistan.
What is it that we humans lack? ~
Light from the Old Arch 2, AVR
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