Terry W. Sako

VIETNAM – FREE FIRE ZONE

Who art thou?
Diminutive people of this far-off ground

Amidst singsong voices of indecipherable gibberish

Whilst veiling a wisdom of the ages
To an outsider

Wearer of conical hats looming large and low
Blocking sun

But not the eyes… eyes that see all
And nothing at all

A nonentity
Amongst the rice
And insanity

Blackened teeth stained with betel nut
Callused hands from the scythe

Tykes riding herd on water buffalo
While biding time
with practiced insouciance

A peaceful people;
Nevertheless,
Bellicose within their hearts n’ minds

Easy picking for the Overlord – camouflaged huntsmen

Forever Seeking