Bamboozled No More!
Updated on March 12, 2010
Bamboozled No More!
He paced the
bamboo box,
just east of freedom,
a prisoner of war
for sixteen months.
He methodically walked,
in a stooped position,
back and forth,
back and forth.
One direction
in his mind was
to his front door,
where his wife
was waiting with
warm open arms.
Another was to
his favorite restaurant
where piles of
steaming delights
awaited
his rice and
maggot weary palette.
His third set of steps,
led to his mom and dad,
of course he didn't know that,
that path now would
lead to their graves,
they died four weeks ago,
days apart.
His fourth paced
pattern was out of
his hellhole with
joyous leaps.
sadly they came for him
with orders to ship him
to Saigon, for further
interrogation and torture,
He bolted 16 steps
as they opened the door,
that caged him, before an
AK-47 opened his back,
and left him dying
in the jungle rot.
He had a smile
on his lips,
as he died which puzzled
the enemy greatly,
but he had found a new path,
to an open gate above,
as heaven offered him
old friends, and family,
scrumptious food,
and freedom with
wings forevermore.
©-MFB III -to all of my brothers-in-arms who are still in the limbo of MIA and POW