Good Morning Iraq-Nam

I slip inside the kiss of death, from they, who would not listen
Twisting truth in rhetoric of scheming politician.
Weapons of mass deception, or a vocal sleight of hand?
Staining the blood of innocence, beneath translucent sand

See the lonely wife laid weeping, drowned in her widow’s pain
With the child that never knew him, and carry now, his name
Hear the mother, has no daughter, the father lost his son
Life now a desolate desert, parched by the smoking gun

Is that the Mekong Delta that I see upon this land?
Do lonely men of yesteryear, now ghostly walk the sand?
Will Baghdad, now be called Que San as circle do full turn?
Did memory desert you, and why did you never learn?

We tried to tell, but words did fall, lay shattered on the ground
For was revenge that you did seek, on he, cannot be found?
No use to duck, and cast the blame, to justify your plan
It is too late my lonely friend,
Good Morning Iraq-Nam