It Ain’t All On Me
I was sent to Basic
one day
For awhile
I did stay
being taught how to defend
the American way
I was not the only one you see
...it did not all fall on me
Lots of us
left our home
Good to know
we were not alone
Sisters and brothers
I did see
It was good to know
it was not all on me
Sarge walkin’
...up and down
…his eyes
glancin’ all around
'listen to me, fellas’
I’m here to show you how
and you shall see…
that it ain’t all on me
Sent to Vietnam and
I tried to stay calm
but all I heard
was the echo of the bombs
and all I smelled
was the scent of napalm
now you have to agree...
looked like it was all on me
Lookin’ back to see…
FNG
...where is he
Back behind the trees
...rifle on the ground
...head between his knees
’Git up, boy
It ain’t all on me’
Saddled up
…headed north
carrying what I thought
was Freedom’s torch
Sweaty and dusty and bloody
...almost on my knees
It was so hard to see
that it was not all on me
Coming home
...seemed like I was alone
and like another world
...where I had been gone
The hurt goes on and on
Sisters and brothers I still see
...telling’ me these old memories
...they ain’t all on me
©2005 Faye Sizemore
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