Bloody suicide-bomb bodies
Soldiers, civilians strewn asunder
A father’s fallen soldier son
A mother clutches a dead baby in a ditch
The withdrawal should have been smoother
We should have anticipated the Afghan collapse
But all you experts wanting to stay forever
You can collectively kiss my ass
We built an Afghan Army
Dependent on American contractors
Then pulled the plug, cut and run
Now wonder why it fractured
20 years of American-style war
Watch the new Afghanistan rise
I know you folks like to roll in tribes
But try democracy on for size
We pumped in billions every month
Built projects big and small
Contractors loved the endless flow
And grifters got the gall
An entire generation of Afghans
Grew up in American largesse
But when the ice cream man ain’t got a plan
The country’s in a mess
I’m sure hundreds of thousands of Afghans
Maybe millions, I’m not sure
Dread the thought of Taliban rule
Especially the girls
I’m not sure who promised what
We should save the Afghans we can
But sorry folks, when you lose a war
Everybody can’t move to the Promised Land
And all you TV generals
Wanting us to stay a few more years
Please shut up, you had your chance
It’s because of you we’re here
Waipahu Bob 