Here lies McNamara, Rob.
He played God and also hob
With the red and white and blue,
Shading lies to make them true.
Disillusioned, he turned banker –
Wanting memory the blanker.
No memorial will rise
Under Vietnam's red skies
To the conflict in his soul
From the dead dumped in a hole.
Where to, McNamara, Rob?
Grazing worms or raging mob?
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