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Ho Chi Minh

The Last Poets
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Praticamente la storia della guerra del Vietnam nello spazio di una canzone.
He stood
and looked upon the earth
his weapons in his hand
His eyesight came to rest
upon an ancient little man

Tilling the soil and casting nets
his flock and herds to tend
yet ready at a moment's call
his homeland to defend

He walked into the other's land
an uninvited guest
He said I'm here to rid you of
a menace and a pest

He said I'll build an army base
right here upon your shores
And I'll protect you from your sons
and from the guy next door

The old man answered with a snap
I need no help from you
Why, you're the same one that I fought
at Diem Bien Phu

My sons are out upon the fields
their country to regain
So why don't you just go back home
and save us both some pain?

He said "Old man, are you insane?
Do you know who I am?
Why, I'm the policeman of the world
and they call me Uncle Sam"

The old man took his weapon up
and with a real defiant stand
he said "Yes, I know you and what you do
But you see, I just don't give a damn"

He said "Where did this little man
get the audacity
to take a weapon in his hand
and speak like that to me?

I'll send my helicopters out
to hunt the peasant down
I'll send my jets and my tanks
to burn his villages to the ground"

The old man looked up at this fool
and did not even bat an eye
He said "Before we would submit
you see, we all would rather die

But I feel it fair
that I should warn you for your sake
This here will be the biggest blunder
that you'll ever make"

The bully, now blushing red
let out a battle cry
The old man just seemed to fade away
into the countryside

He smiled and said with confidence
I've got him on the run
But poonji sticks and booby traps
set fire to his buns

The old man fought so hard and well
that so the story goes
he trapped him, a paper tiger
and filled his hide with holes

And as the pain intensified
he cried out loud and clear
If I could just get untangled, y'all
I'm gettin' on out of here

You see, I just could not win
against Ho Chi Minh
No, I just could not win
against Ho Chi Minh

17/12/2020 - 21:16



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