The Red Sands of Afghanistan
I don't like murderers, be it one or two.
But killing tens of thousands I will not
eschew!
Hitler, Stalin, thought nothing of human
dignity or life.
I never dreamed an American Leader would
sell out, on humanity with such relish and
pompous delight!
The sands of Afghanistan will sparkle with
innocent blood.
No child, woman, interpreter, nor soldier
will escape that crimson neighborhood.
We left them to die, sold all out, like pigs
in a sty.
Far too many way too afraid to even ask
why, under our blooming Marxist sky!
8/25/2021
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Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2021
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