Wounded Heart

Wounded Heart

A Poem by peter Duggan

What it felt like to be a Vietnam Veteran and the way thy felt


Wounded Heart.


"Welcome home oh wounded heart"

Not often was this heard.

Back in those old hippy days

One rarely heard those words.

And the hero's died a thousand deaths

As their medals weighed them down

And words of anger followed them around.


So these hero's learned to seal their lips

As their poor souls slowly died.

Folk crushed the thing they valued most

They trampled on their pride.

So hearts were tightly locked away

And anger stirred within

As diggers minds gave way to all the din.


And as those poisons did their worst

And damaged minds and health

So many found they could not work

And they lacked all kinds of wealth.

And now some vets be fighting wars

With their bodies and their minds

They cannot seem to leave that war behind.

© 2017 peter Duggan

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Thank you Sami for your kind comments, There are so any diggers who suffered from that war, and are still suffering in their old age. War is a disgusting thing Should let the politicians fight the wars themselves. I appreciate your reading my poem, my friend...Peter

Posted 8 Months Ago

I know some of them and I know their suffering. Life is hard and war is brutal and some events that happen in our lives have a sort of everlasting effect. An excellent one, sir.

Posted 8 Months Ago

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Added on October 4, 2017
Last Updated on October 4, 2017