by Alexander Manzoni, Elections Correspondent
Don’t turn your back on your allies.
Their cries, they resounded alongside our own, on the war-torn Middle Eastern battlefronts.
Now, they are to be cut short.
We are clearing out
to make room for Erdoğan and his autocratic armies
and they are ready to unleash HELL upon the Kurds.
They— who remained by our side
while Assad rained down bombs and missiles, chemical attacks.
War crimes:
Chlorine. Sarin. Mustard.
Not the kinds of condiments we want at our global table.
We are able to do something, yet we capitulate—
and our president continues to confer with Putin, the dastardly deviant dog.
And we are losing.
ARE WE TIRED OF SO MUCH WINNING?
Yet the propaganda, it keeps telling us otherwise.
The skies above Syria fill with the coming darkness.
An advance, Turkish, we are clearing the way to make room for more atrocities.
These cities, they will be purged of life. Purged of love. Purged of hope.
We have backpedaled on ourselves— on our own truth.
We declared victory, upon ISIS.
Yet it seems that we are the ones who’ve been vanquished.
Why else would we run?
We are still in Iraq— still in Afghanistan.
What’s one more war in the Middle East, to us?
Who is going to want to trust us? We are turncloaks.
Yet we profess our disgust for treacherous figures such as Benedict Arnold.
We hold the world in our hands.
But our leader is too foolish and ignorant to fully realize
all the implications— ‘tis but a game, to he.
Where will we be come November 2020?
Hopefully at the polls, casting our votes.
Let us be rid of this joke— it stopped being funny LONG AGO.
Who will you follow on this long-winding road?
Know that our very souls, they hang in the balance.
