The Last Flight Out
The Last Flight Out
Written: by Miracle Man
September 2, 2021
Aircraft disappeared into the Kabul sky,
minutes later Taliban flooded the street.
They painted themselves to be the good guy,
firing into the air celebrating our retreat.
This last flight ended the U.S.A.’s longest war,
now anguish exists for those left behind.
But our way of exit was not top drawer,
left to die were some who were with us aligned.
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