I imagine a dream
In which I'm a soldier and I'm walking
On the faces of dead women
And everyone I've left behind me
It's the year when the troops entered
The thirty-ninth parallel
Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
And wanting
It's the year when some poet said:
"We must love or accept the consequences"
That I have felt
Send me home restless
Send me home damaged
Send me home disposessed
Send me home damaged
And wanting