Do you like my tribute to Hanoi Jane?
Hello Jane
Hello, Jane, I think I heard you say,
“I made a mistake, back in another day”
You thought it so funny to aim that gun
They smiled, you smiled, it was all in fun
You said that later, you knew you were a fool
Aid and comfort to an enemy just isn’t cool
Sober thought, isn’t it? When you come to your senses
The insults you rendered to your nation’s defenses
You cried and you said “Now I know it was wrong”
But somewhere before, haven’t I’ve heard such a song?
Benedict Arnold,you remember that traitor?
He betrayed his nation and repented it later
Oh, Jane, how could you? Do you think we’d forget?
That anti-air gun that was aimed toward our jet?
The men you betrayed at the POW place?
Who remembered you well, can’t forget that face .
“Barbarella,” they said, remembering the movie
The face and the body they though was so groovy
A daughter they knew of a much-beloved actor
A sweetheart they thought, based on that factor
You want us to forgive, to put all behind,
But secretly I think you wish we were blind.
Well, Jane, you asked for it, so forgive you I will
We all make mistakes, this one’s your bitter pill
I forgive, but won’t forget, I know that I should
But my heart won’t forget, I wish that it could
What’s done is done, it will never be right
What you should do now is stay out of my sight
Out of my sight, out of sound out of mind
And someday just someday I may be able to find
The peace that you cried for and now that’s your thirst
But, Jane, you should have thought of it first.
What’s done is done, that gun was no toy
It was part of the weapons defending Hanoi
The gun, the helmet that stupid little grin
Was all a part of that long ago sin
Keep trying, Jane. Keep saying you’re sorry
We’ll listen, we’ll think, we will, don’t you worry
And maybe someday in another space and age
You’ll get your forgiveness and we’ll all turn the page
It’s over, now Jane. The war, it���s too late
We’ve no more energy, that it takes to hate
Your beauty has faded, as mine has I fear
And Jane, for us both, eternity is too near.
Goodbye, Jane, I’m glad I heard you say,
“I made a mistake, back in another day”
There’s no more water, the well has run dry
Goodbye, you’re forgiven. Just don’t ask us why.
Somehow I don't think the leftists will like this one very much.
I don't hate Jane Fonda--I actually feel rather sorry for her--but I very much dislike what she did.
The anti-aircraft gun was--as she said--a silly little stunt. The part I have a lot of trouble with was her visits to the POW camps and reporting an attempt by one of the Americans held there to get a message to his family. He was punished by the North Vietnamese for doing that. Ask any ex-POW what they think of her and you will get an earful.
Thanks for responding, firecat. I answer more than I ask. I need occasional inspiration to wax poetic--I don't have your gift of spontaneity, I need to get silly or angry or crazy and it doesn't happen as often as it should.