Diem

She was the gentlest of humans
Ever faced the hardships of war.
Her family had fled from the north
And lived exceedingly poor.

A North Vietnamese Catholic,
Haunted by special fears,
Loving a loving husband -
In war, such leads to tears.

A calm and love-filled woman,
Target of hate-filled man,
So as the war loomed closer,
I presented her a plan:

'Pretend to be a Buddhist,
Make up a little disguise.'
Nothing against the Buddhists,
But she would not compromise.

A North Vietnamese Catholic,
She's gone and who knows why ?
She was the gentlest of humans,
She shouldn't have had to die.

Copyright 1984 Louis J. Rose All Rights Reserved.


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