Springtime
The Ice is slowly thawing
Soon, insurgents will be out clawing.
Now our rifles aren't shooting,
Soon our hummers will be out rooting
Spring has sprung. Afghanistan's fine
Bagdad is peaceful, wait – that's some mighty strong wine!
Like our brothers in Bagdad, we're under-deployed here.
We haven’t the numbers nor even the commitment.
The President and his boys rushed us in then out here.
Without proper weapons, training, tools, or the like.
Now we try and try to rebuild the country here,
With all the bombs, with which we still need to deal
Politics must also be considered
'cause like Iraq, force alone, just won't do.
But at least the weather's not freezing
Or hot, like summer's icky stew.
Now, all we need to fear is the Taliban,
Whose fighters now go fighting in their turbans.
Maybe by this time next year, we'll be home, I pray
So family so precious, can again grow and play.
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Good poem Mark and it rings so true with everything currently going on in the world. I'm visiting you from the Gonzo World Carnival.
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