I Call My Brothers' Names

Where are you my brothers?
For I have looked">

I Call My Brothers' Names

Where are you my brothers?
For I have looked, far and near,
I call my brothers' names,
But no voices return to me.
I remember my brothers,
Oh, in our days of youth,
Those I ask, no not the place, of my brothers,
I shout my brothers' names from the mountain top,
but not even the wind will carry my brothers' name,
I shout my brothers' names in the Valleys,
And the echos flee at the sounds of my brothers'
names,
For the people tell me, they know not my brothers'
names,
They tell me, my brothers' names never were.
I see the shame within their eyes, But I know the
eyes,
Are the mirror, to their souls.
I feel I no longer belong in this world,
But a voice comes, and I am led to a place of peace,
And I am standing before that granite wall,
And my brothers are here, So many names,
And for a second my fragile and broken mind remembers,
Oh yes that place, that Vietnam, my brothers' names,
are upon this wall,
And like everything else, they answer me not,
As I walk away, my mind clouds over again,
And I cannot find my brothers' names,
Do you know why my brothers answer me not?


Written by:
John Thomas Sr.
Vietnam vet
USMC
Delta 1st MP BN