The names of Vietnam

Through the sorrows of black
And listed, the brave, the dead
I see my own reflection
On this, the marbled scar
That crosses through emerald life

Then I look at the tributes left
So few to dead to all the brave
The flowers are fatherless
Flowers have never met their grandfather
And oh to the crosses forever wandering, unknowing

And glance once more at my reflection
And who am I? For I am no flower
And I am not a name
Compared I am nothing
But emerald life

I am no diamond
No cross forever missing
No circle of life
Never etched in the sadness
I am a single blade of emerald life
And I have felt the scar.