Forgotten
To the tune of “Massacre of Glencoe”
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,
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 men 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 was the sin of these little men.
This outrage will not be forgotten.
This outrage will not be forgotten.
David Martin
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