The Wheels on the Bus...A historical poem

The Wheels on the Bus
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The sharks
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Like the yellow school buses back home
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Swallow your friends like those
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Yellow doors
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You forget where you are
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Going to school
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Then the trees wrap around your
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Mind
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Vietnam
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The land of
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Apple pie and
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That strange school bus
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The one that eats your​

Friends
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Fireworks blast all about you
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The American dream is evident
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In the gun you hold
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Then drop
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A firework has gone off too soon
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Then
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You see a sickle Moon
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Outshining your
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Fifty stars
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Fly away to the moon
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Let the white stripes lead you to heaven
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Leaving a stripe of blood behind you
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Ride on that yellow bus
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To the moon​

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This poem was inspired by an old friend of mine who fought in the Vietnam war as a helicopter pilot and one of the stories he told me about huge sharks the size of school busses that he saw eat his friends after his helicopter went down in the sea.​

 

now that, is a poem i enjoy from start to finish. except for the land of apple pie, isnt that america and not vietnam?

Outshining your fifty stars. wonderful.

 

It was meant to be ironic blurring the line of war and america