Saigon you burn in my youth
Rich men bend you to their truth
Saigon with whores and drugs
Barbarous hot swamps, soldiers, and bugs
Saigon crippled & blind
Syphilitic & greedy
There is no wind.

Saigon you are a rickshaw
Tip you a penny at the officer's ball
Saigon city of dreams
Thirty year magic and seven year old screams.
Hide the loot and take the bribe
and stab them in the back.

Saigon my parents never said a word
When Walter Cronkite spat out death figure turds
They said you were going to pull me from my home
Drag me from my home.