by Timothy Birdnow August 27, 2021:

Days of chaos, days of rage
fearsome beast loosed from it's cage
The game poorly played
or was it too well? Depends on your view
and on whom you will tell

And on those whom you slay.

Storm in the heights
soon extinguish the lights
Fighters are coming this way
drums in the night while the soldiers take flight
very soon the Americans pay

Desperate souls seek to flee
from the great catastrophe'
handing over their daughters and sons
as the fire rains down on the desperate lost town
to the shouting and shrieking of guns

The mad rooster he pecks at the worms in his pen
while the rabid young fox feast on flesh from the hens
And the stars fall from heaven to the crescent red moon
as the dragon's sharp teeth sing a terrible tune

The billowing smoke and the ashes of hope
and the desperate they cry to the sky
As the planes take their flight in the dark Afghan night
to the moans and the tears as they cry

With the fall nearly nigh
Rooster left them to die
crowing "everyone out on their own"
and he charges them money as they scamper like bunnies in a desperate attempt to get home.

All the souls who were left will be bodily cleft
and their daughters be pimped out as slaves
while the doddering fool
pretends to be cool
and ignores all our heroes in graves

And the winged souls take flight in the dark Himalayan night
and the people cling fast to plane wings
the American ran from the brute Taliban
"Allah Ahkbar!" in triumph they sing

As the smoke slowly clears to a river of tears
and the meager gray light of the dawn
weeps on those left behind
whose fate will not be kind
and the rooster will not admit any wrong.

And the Dragon will rise from his grave.

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