sir, this was written during the veitnam war, but war is war is war!
having seen your children from time to time, here and there, in magazines and movies, well groomed and smug, feet firmly planted on the top layer of a birthday cake and wondered as a concerned citizen if you ever imagined them running in a long scream through demolished streets, naked, and begging heaven or hell to make them more naked still as they rip and tear at the awful garments of their burning skin. willing to forsake a mothers' bosom for the arms of death. use your imagination, if you will,sir and when you see it clear as the hands folded in your lap, answer me. what are you going to do, mr. president? @ irene drennan 1968
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