Subjectively Singaporean

Henry M Bechtold was in Vietnam in 1967 - 68 and again in 1969. He goes back often because his soul lives in Vietnam and he goes back to visit it from time to time.

     He was sitting in my hotel room in Saigon just before Christmas 2009 and was trying to write a poem about the girls who work in the park and how badly men treat them. He was angry but unable to write anything that did not sound trite or weak. He looked at the TV and the news was on.  He did not know what the news reader was saying but in the background was a photo of a small boy with a helmet and an automatic rifle.  This poem flowed out.  The words just came to him and he typed as fast as I could to get it all down.  


Taken from: http://www.warpoetry.co.uk/2010warpoetry.html#Children_