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Poem

By VVAW

(The following poem was written by a disabled Vietnam veteran, a member of the Detroit chapter of VVAW. It can be sung to the tune of "The Medic.")

Come all of you veterans,
  With tears in your eyes,
Come working class people
  Who've come to decide,
We have blood on our hands
  And hate in our minds
For the rich class who use us
  To kill our own kind.

We're part of the workers
  who built this here land,
We join with our brothers
  To take a firm stand
Against this system for profits
  hat sends us to wars
Where workers kill workers
  And nothing is gained
We're sent back to their factories
  And unemployed lines.

A powerful movement
  Now grows in this land,
Of veterans and working
  Class women and men
Who say we won't fight
  In no rich man's wars.
We'll organize against them
  To make war no more.

They'll never divide us
  By running their lies,
For 200 years we've learned
  To despise
You rich class who own
  The factories and land
And against you we'll do
  All that we can.

In 200 years we've come
  To decide,
Like our brothers who stood
  On the Capitol steps
Threw back their medals
  And held up their fists.
They shouted aloud--
  Next time we fight
We'll be taking these steps.