It's a terrible thing

To watch a man die

Seeing the pain on his face

And the tears in his eyes

It's not a natural death

Or a quick death, be assured

But a slow death by chemicals--Dioxin

Government procured

We called our boys--

"Come fight this war"

They answered our call

On some distant shore

Off to the jungles

And we sprayed to kill weeds

Our boys were sprayed too

Making them a dying breed

The Government denies

What they did to those boys

Who now are all men

With more sorrows than joys

Day after day

The Dioxin grows strong

Ravaging their bodies

They won't be here long

Each man that still lives

Is proof of the deed

The Government denies

Creating a Dying Breed

Dedicated to Donnie Pruitt, Vietnam Veteran

(C) fall1998 DebbieBrewer

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