Drafted to go to Vietnam
To fight communism in a
foreign land.
To preserve democracy is
my plight
Which is a God...Given...Right.
Greenery so thick with hidden
enemies
Agent Orange is sprayed
on the trees.
Covering me from head to
toe
Irate my eyes, burns through
my clothes.
Returned home when my tour
was done
To be told "You have cancer,
son".
Agent Orange is to blame
Government caused your suffering
and pain.
Fight for compensation is
frustrating and slow
Brass cover-up, not wanting
anyone to know.
From cancer many comrades
have died
Medical Insurance have been
denied.
Compensation I now receive
My health I hope to retrieve.
In Vietnam , I was spared
my life
Just to be stabbed with
an Agent Orange knife.
BY: Yvonne Legge
Copyright 2001 Yvonne Legge