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