April 6th, 2005
Jane Fonda seeks exoneration,
Forgiveness from her traitored nation.
What say you warriors fought
Is forgiveness due that wartime whore?
So rich, so smart, she
thought she knew
Much more than us, we bloodied few.
self-serving, seeking fame,
The rich bitch played her seditious game.
A game that cost me many friends,
Many, thanks to Jane, came to bad ends.
Ive borne scars forty
years or more,
From lies laid on me by this whore.
Self-serving now she
sells her tale,
This traitor who should be in jail.
Is it within our
souls to grant her grace?
Our souls shout, No
spit in her
So self assured, she played high stakes,
Telling American prisoners, Thats the breaks.
accused brave men of heinous crimes,
Which were disproved in future times.
And now our country knows the truth
Jane Fonda betrayed us in our
She asks us now to read her book,
Americans, the folks this
So now she crawls, her conscience bare,
To tell us she screwed up back there.
Well, hell, we knew that way back
This Hanoi Jane who helped them win.
It was glory then for this
But forever now shell bear the scar
letter shell now wear,
A stench forever in her hair.
So Jane, dear, you must realize,
Youre the devil in a helmet in our eyes.
When Vietnam vets raise
up their toasts
Its to damn your soul, to salute our ghosts.
swear, we living, to our long-dead brave,
Well live to piss upon your
So Jane, good fortune, unforeseen,
Your traitors grave
will be forever green.
2d Bn, 327th Parachute
101st Airborne Division
Russ Vaughn is the Poet Laureate of
The American Thinker