Panjshir Valley
Like discarded panties at a derelict drive-in
The good citizens... have been abandoned
Dropped into the viper's bottomless pit.
The brightness snuffed from all their tomorrows.
A president fleeing, with claws filled with cash.
An army in training for twenty years... simply ran.
As the viper coils around a fathomless sorrow.
Panjshir Valley is where the purist heroes lie.
Vipers have surrounded them from every side.
Fighting for the right to breathe freely ..or die.
While the jackass has left a trail of martyrs behind.
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