by Tim Chiu
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…