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Hell In The Jungle
a mother laments upon the hill
the hill of dead and dying
she cannot conceive her loss
she cannot stop her crying
a pirilous journey she'll undertake
for her dear one she'll not forsake
with a mere rock she'll end their lives
no concern for their guns and knives
a bloody bundle is all they left her
a casualty of war to them
but to her it was murder
she makes her way into their camp
weak and cold from the damp
she spies a fire burning afar
now her turn to leave a scar
she brings the rock down on his head
and does not stop until he is dead
a shot rings out in the dark
the bullet strikes her down
seeing the bundle in her arms
the soldiers gather round
such a pity
such a shame
the guilt runs deep
but theyre not to blame
from the shadows emerges one lone man
the smoking gun in his hand
God save us from this hell in Vietnam
he wipes a tear from his cheek
and says the future looks so bleak
with this said they all weep and weep and weep
