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The evacuation was detached from the gripping reality - a rhyming poem. |
| A troubled end with sacred power - Yet, the mighty simply cower - Critics on both sides feel sour; Those who served are mad and dour… Those abandoned know much fear; Thirteen soldiers, pride and gear. Leaving whole, there’s those who cheer. Reckless voices vow to steer. Vapid plans to stay the same - Vengeance, violence, hatred, shame - Knowingly, the U.S. came. Ending it resumes the blame… |