We are the children
Of the Vietnam War
We don’t know why our daddies died
What was all the death for?

We are the children
We’ve been paying our own special dues
We can’t relate to a jungle war
On the evening news

Well, my own daddy didn’t die
But sometimes he almost wishes he had
He’s been living in a torment
That I think must be just as bad

And I can see it in his eyes
The old newsreels make him cry
And I know what he’s crying for
It’s the Vietnam War

So many people in the USA
Are now wishing for something they could say
To make it up to the young men
Now grown old, too soon
We cast them from the fold

They were the sacrifice
On the altar of politics and greed
They didn’t think that we would ask them
If there was no need

We are the children
Of the Vietnam War
We don’t know why our daddies died
What was all the death for?

We are the children
We’ve been paying our own special dues
We can’t relate to a jungle war
On the evening news

May there never be another jungle war
May there never be another desert war
May there never be another jungle war
On the evening news...

©Vicki Spencer
1987