- 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the
land
- Not a creature was stirring in Afghanistan.
- The bedrooms were bunkered with piles of hard stones
- To protect from attacks by the Predator drones.
- The children were huddled, afraid, in their beds
- While visions of night raiders danced in their heads.
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- Mama doffed her hijab and I doffed my hat
- And we both settled down for a rest and a chat
- When out in the yard their arose such a clatter,
- I sprang to the door to see what was the matter.
- Away to the entrance I ran 'cross the floor,
- Pulled on the handle and opened the door.
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- The moon hadn't risen but up in the air
- A chopper was shining a light. Such a glare!
- And what to my wondering eyes did appear
- But a whole gang of men, armed and dressed in black gear.
- With a tall skinny guy who was wearing a pistol,
- I knew in a flash: it was General McChrystal.
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- More rapid than eagles his raiders they rushed
- And they grabbed me and trussed me and kicked, hit and
pushed.
- "Frisk him! Blindfold him! Remove him! Get going!
- And tear up his household! See what he's not showing!"
- They frightened my wife and my kids just for kicks,
- And slaughtered my goats and a half dozen chicks....
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- For the rest of this poem, please go to:
- http://www.thiscantbehappening.net
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- Have a good holiday everyone, and onward with the struggle!
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- Dave Lindorff
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