Once more our nation’s bogged down in Vietnam.
Only the name has changed, now it’s Afghanistan.
People daily cry: “Bring our warriors home:”
The blind, lame, the dead to lie beneath a stone. 

Barack states bravely, "The Afghans’d be overrun.
The Taliban will see the country’s undone."
Obama’s quandary: “God, tell me what to do!
Democracy can’t be forced upon a world
Ruled by feared tribal leaders or warlords.”

Yet what seems a most sacrilegious act of all:
Declare an end—then leave the warfare hall.
Whatever do you tell mothers, wives, daughters, swain;
That their beloved soldier hath given his life in vain?