This is a poem by me in memory of those who died March 16, 1968.

 

SATURDAY

 

Dawning Saturday

Out in the fields

children play

We had no shields

On that awful day

 

Dawning Saturday

Out in the fields

Everything goes astray

We had no shields

On that awful day

 

Helicopters graffiti the sky

US troops march in

Who is an ally?

We had no shields

On that awful day

 

Machine guns fire

Orders are to kill all

There was no chance of cease fire

We had no shields

On that awful day

 

All around you people cry

Everyone loses someone

People say their last good-byes

Killed by the dozen

We had no shields

On that awful day

 

Dawning Saturday

Out in the fields

children play

We had no shields

On that awful day

 

-Jack Chandler