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(A True Tale From The Castro. Eat your heart out, Armistead!)

© 1997 by Ezekiel J. Krahlin

My heart is over-tired, so I must sing this song:
Bring my soldier home to me, He's been gone too long!

Oh bring my soldier home to me, with a smile on his face, And a tear or two for me and you, as we march in place.
Oh bring my soldier home to me; his home is in my heart! Armageddon is The Wedding; know your part.
Oh bring my Daddy home to me; I am His Only One! Uncleave my heart, unsheathe my tongue! Plowshares to swords, faggots to Huns! Butter to bullets, bread to guns! (Gay Revolution has begun!)
Oh bring my lover home to me; the Starving Vet of Eighty-Four! I nursed him back in Wash., D.C.; that's why he's still alive!
Oh bring my father home to me; the Light is drawing near! Yea, though I dally in Eureka Valley, I shall have no fear!
Oh bring my Randolph home to me; the coffee's on the stove! His tears that fell for all Nam Vets have made His Wish betrothed!