Setting out to check Afghani progress,
Staged in Kabul, safest place to be;
Three senators and fifteen restless newsmen,
Two patrol squads and eighteen armed Humvee.

Starting up the tour de war,
The group heads out toward Kandahar,
Rolling past blown tankers and burnt fields.
Passing towns with no one there,
Shattered homes and markets bare,
And the danger of remaining IED's.

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Good day, Afghanistan, how are you,
Has our blood and billions brought you peace?
We're your saviors, and we're here to free your country,
So until that's done the fight will never cease.

Making deals with crooked tribal rulers,
Paying them to burn the poppy crop.
Sending drones to kill Al Quaeda leaders,
Until they’ve all been found we will not stop.

And all the body bags sent back,
More crippled in each new attack,
And still our leaders say we must remain.
They issue claims of progress made,
With each “successful” bloody raid,
But fail to see there hasn't been much gain.

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Nighttime in the hills outside of Kabul,
Taliban fighters moving through the black,
Setting IED's and planting landmines,
Moving slowly in the darkness readying their next attack.

And all the death and suff'ring seem
To fade into an endless dream.
And Washington still has no exit plan;
The fighting will go on for years,
Piling up the blood and tears,
And then we're off somewhere to do it all again.

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