Dear Prez:
You’ve often asked our soldiers fight
against a foe across the sea.
They left the land of their birthright
to face a virulent enemy.
You now propose to send our men
to fight a foe that few now know,
with weapons far beyond their ken,
and could be our new Alamo.
Send aid to help the land in need,
but not our troops to intercede.
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