 \ Worst among unscrupulous complaints, old but new America did in the Vietnam war Consider the plight of the POW! Who suffered things we most vehemently abhor Abandoning our own, a most dishonorable thing Unprincipled things talked about, The most unethical thing Cried about, Venal things vilely cussed And wickedly discussed. America’s sons were by America spurned, Forsaken by very thought and deed of freedom Boys buried in the heart of enemies, forever chained Haunted by a nation that left them That suspended dashing bright hopes forever abandoned, Young princes in tumultuous storm left behind Betrayed by amoral politicians their people dismayed, Boys so young, so trusting of mind Sadly watching their countrymen di-di-mau go Crying, seeing their fatherland cut and run so. How could we to our boys do such a thing Such a discordant song sing? Did we think we could annul Their very existence Abandon and leave them, Wash our hands in blatant indifference Leaving behind decaying hearts burning, For fond release yearning... All the while a cold, hardhearted country knowing What they were doing Callously set about their son’s memory aborting? In a far away land by the South China sea, Fathers, brothers, sons, cry mournfully Weeping and wailing, hear now their sore plea When realization hits them square in the eye The cruelest cut of all from this land of the free, Is we left them behind ... with enemies to die Left them in harrowing pain to perish. Slavery will America’s precepts punish In a flagging POW's heart abolish Crush brave liberty, POW's with all being cherish. Indifferent politicians, sacrificed our boys to war’s machinations Resigned our brother's fate to malicious evil contrary Their bright future disinherited, the leaders of the nations Squashing spirits by a cruel adversary Leaving sacrificed souls to rot and rust Pride pummeled into crumbling, blinding Primordial time’s dust All the good within them withering, moldering. But who is at fault, Who into wounds bitter defeat poured galling salt? America ... warriors never thought we’d ever leave Our own behind... Yet by faint dimming light of malevolent day, Corrupt politicians left our forsaken son’s behind... These despairing, forgotten warriors, America did betray POW’s by a country they loved more than life, abused Tortured, tormented, confused, Arbitrarily refused Children of our Uncle Sam to the very core shocked Their very world rocked. Soldiers lost in that wild green country Barren, alone, in despair, traumatically deserted Forsaken are the fading sons of history As a jungle’s variegated leaves we defoliated Wretched fading glory Cast off in wild harsh suffering Rescue them from this world of harms Bearing long the stripes and beating Restore them to a nation’s loving arms Far from captors laughing of America defeating. We Want Them Home Though America’s gone on to new fighting, Gone on to seek new glories Our warrior’s now telling Different war stories Giving anew their pledging, To honor new dead and dying memories For there is little now to deter Not with current haunting problems begotten Freedom again tied up in knots all a blur Old soldiers, in their misery, long since forgotten... Treated as - if - they - never - were! If they’ve died ... never forget Those who left them agonized in chains of bondage chide The very Prince of Peace, without regret Quickly may they the coming of the Lord abide Grant those who suffered, His royal diadem let Welcome home, anguished POW brothers, Suffer the Lord, Supernal aid and comfort give Receive paradisiacal awards surpassing all others Marvelous works and a wonder for eternity to live Secure thy reward in heaven’s superlative.  If you approve of this site, please show your approval by clicking above graphic...which will enter your vote for "Vietnam Picture Tour," as a top military site! 
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