Iraq War Syllogism - 38 Poem by Raj Dronamraju

38

That's a thin green line
Which is frayed and torn
Could break at any moment

Those that have fallen off a poorly supported tightrope
Lost their balance when confronted with an obvious truth
You can't be everywhere at once

Locked-up invaders more for their safety than those of the people of Iraq
Are released in cautious increments
Used hesitantly the way those playing Monopoly might put up hotels

Coming out of their massive military cave
A batcave complete with all the updated military hardware
Trying to make it in time to the scene of a conflict

That's the thin green line
That will snap if encountering any form of resistance
Watch it wear aged from day to day upheavals

Watch this relatively small force rule by technology
In keeping with the age old military mindset about the identity of a civilian
Not responsible for every person in harm's way

He'll offer a few four letter words to his fellow soldiers
Before he strafes the busy streets with automatic weaponry
Retreats back to his air conditioned hideout-that's the villain they will one day push back