The Ploy - Poem by Edwina Reizer
Pull 'em out of Iraq now.
They'll slowly leave that place.
And some will say'He' kept his promise.
But now they'll have to face
Afghanistan, Pakistan or maybe Iran.
And so the promise becomes a ploy.
But that's the life of a soldier
and the death of another boy.
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