Martin Sheen

This poem is not about Vietnam. This poem is what Vietnam was really like!

But then, Vietnam becomes this poem and he becomes head of a transfigured state!

Imagined as an errand boy sent by grocery clerks, but then

imagined as the grocery clerk sending out errand boys.

In his time, he was a Kurtz-killer, pig-destroyer,

but now a no-fake President -- he is the nation!

I LOVE LIVING IN THE U.S.A.