Wake up, America
you don't even know you're asleep
You sent men off to a distant land,
your honor for to keep.
Fifty-eight thousand fought and died,
but all were not brought home,
Won't you accept responsibility
and help us set them free?
Many have died from Agent Orange,
the cancer tells the tale,
Others suffer from Post Traumatic Stress,
wonder why they end up in jail,
Wake up, America,
you don't even know you're asleep,
You sent men off to a distant land,
your honor for to keep.
In training we never heard the words defeat,
we were willing to give all,
We fought beside men, brave and true,
watched many a comrade fall.
You tied our hands, you lost the war,
then we received the blame.
Don't you owe us anything?
We suffered in your name.
Wake up, America
you don't even know you're asleep.
You sent men off to a distant land,
your honor for to keep.
Ray A. Banks
©1999
blackhorse6768@juno.com
Dedicated to John Steer
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