To the tune of The Massacre of Glencoe

            Forgotten

The dawn of the sixties the nation was blessed,
Our fortunes were rising; our leaders knew best.
Though danger was signaled far off in the west,
The words of the wise were forgotten.

And bold were the men who got us in
With policies misbegotten.
Confused were the minds of these little men;
Their folly will not be forgotten.

They rounded up soldiers to send to the fray,
Young lives to expend and the devil to pay.
The warfare they'd heard of was never this way:
The rules of the game were forgotten.

And bold were the men who sent them in
With policies misbegotten.
Confused were the minds of these little men;
Their folly will not be forgotten.

Seeing no end to the war took its toll.
To kill more than they did was our only goal.
That we were there playing a rescuer's role
Was almost completely forgotten.

And bold were the men who kept us in
With policies misbegotten.
Confused were the minds of these little men;
Their folly will not be forgotten.

For rosy projections we soon lost our zeal.
Our man had a plan that he would not reveal.
For his re-election his man cut a deal,
And prisoners there were forgotten.

And cold were the men who did them in
And left them in Asia rotting,
And black is the sin of these little men;
This outrage will not be forgotten.
This outrage will not be forgotten.

David Martin (all rights reserved)

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