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A Decade Gone


Over scrubby hills and dry plains

Through the wilderness I roam,

On this alien planet

Far from my home.

Those Quran burnings

Got me feeling uncertain,

The Big Man promised we’ll be gone

If not now, when?

 

I came here to do right

Work day and night

Combating the evil terrorists;

But now I’ve lost sight

Protecting America’s might

Goals clouded by red mist.

 

Now sixteen people pushing up daisies

Nine children, never grown;

My comrade ending all their dreams

Stripping sanity to the bone.

Ten years of continual hate,

Making 1500 the magic number

Of those who left this planet

To become purgatory’s next member.

 

I came here to do right

Work day and night

We’ve crossed bin Laden off our list;

But now I’ve lost sight

Protecting America’s might

Goals dying in red mist.

 

Our mission here was plain:

Flush the Taliban down the drain

But a decade’s gone, we haven’t moved on,

All our fighting’s been in vain.

It’s the end of another day

“We’re getting closer,” they say;

I’m tired of this fight, wanna hold my wife tight,

And tell her I’m home to stay.

 

But that’s the price I have to pay.

 

We came here to do right

Work day and night

Combating the evil terrorists;

But now we’ve lost sight

Protecting America’s might

Goals lost forever in red mist.

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