The Agent Orange Drums

1. The Agent Orange Drums

2. A Poem By Alan Oates Vietnam 68 - 69

3. 55 gallon drums Just barrels of painted Steel We had no reason To fear their fill.

4. An orange stripe To announce their name How were we to know Of their future fame

5. Vietnam, Thailand, Laos, Cambodia too Hard to count All the places they were used

6. It killed the grass The plants, the trees Just to make the enemy Easier to see

7. Scientists cried This is not good But Washington D.C. Just Never Understood

8. Nam Vets came home To no ticker tape parades Just a clock ticking to Future illnesses and maladies

9. Some grew sick quickly Others delayed Vietnam Veterans More are afflicted each day

10. Cancer, Diabetes, Parkinson’s too Veterans dying Their families continue to lose

11. Their Children Suffer From mysterious maladies The Agent Orange Legacy Continues its ways

12. 55 gallon drums Have rusted away

13. All the Nam Vets Are Gone to their graves.

14. The Agent Orange Drums Copy Write July 7, 2010 Alan B. Oates I

15. The End