Islamic State Poem by Mason Maestro
Islamic State
Dust cloud from another blast
Rubble and ruin grace the land
Syria is charming this time of year
Feel the sand and glass shards underfoot
See the militant
Clean his weapon
See the destitute
Break their bread
See the flock
Genuflect at noon
See the deserter
Cross the border
See the CIA
Drop their supply
See the Islamic State
Collect their drop
See it's just another
Special op
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5/4/2024 10:36:03 PM # 1.0.0.1119
The ruins of a city become the ruins of men, this is a grim subject but you tackle it well, the first world feeds into the anarchy of the third, then looks surprised when they attack. A good work its nice to see writers tackle. real and immediate subjects.