Neoconservative Lament, or, Swine before Perle

This world has grown cold for a neo-con, dears:
Though once we were loathed but respected,
Now we only get loathing commingled with jeers.
We're disconsolate, blue, sad, dejected.

We had power untold and a lucrative gig
When we ruled from the five-sided castle;
Now we're looking at time in a Federal brig
For some two-bit security hassle.

Those traitors at State and the foul CIA
Tried to smear with lies clumsy and crude
The very best friends of the whole U.S.A.,
Just to make it look like you've been screwed.

Only rogue agents In League With World Terror
Would drag our fair names in the dust,
For no neo-con ever, was ever in error;
The way of the Righteous is Just.

So even if each Special Plan we advised
Was a a gem of craptastical error
We'll never admit that the war we devised
Has made the world safer...for terror.

We'd like to get back to our principle errand:
Making desert lands safe....for investment,
So Green Zones can blossom like roses of Sharon,
As it says somewhere in the Old Test'ment.

And our will will be done, tho' some may not get it,
There is light at the end of the tunnel,
Though your soldiers and allies and money and credit
Seem to vanish down some giant funnel.

For Liberty's end is but freedom's beginning,
Each setback more proof we've succeeded.
Our logic (Orwellian) proves we are winning,
When really we're we're flat-ass defeated.