A poem by Melvin L. Johnson
When the blood lines pull taunt and your evil is done,
The hell bound and ugly come on the run
Cross cutting fields, tearing down wheat,
Swallowing your souls because evil is sweet.
The terror you brought veterans, Vietnamese and others
Should not happen to your daughters when they become mothers
And find out their babies have birth defects too.
Will you scream then because it happened to you?
Get this evil off your back. Do the right thing—
Your winter is nearing, wouldn’t you rather have spring?