There’s more to come…
In walks a man,
Oh, who it be?
With hair so gray and dressed all in blue,
With him walks a man in a suit.
A large table, oh, eight by eight,
One sits in leather, the other in wood.
They talk and they talk, but I can’t set it straight
All I keep hearing is “Why didn’t we wait?”
The man in the suit, he stands right up,
And tells he the blue, “Get out of Iraq!”
The suit moves to leave, but then the blue shouts
“How many more must we let them take?”
“When it is settled, we’ll bring them all home,
But how can we leave the kids all alone?”
The suit, he bows his head and says
“Yes, I know, but soon the men will be dead!”
“So instead of bringing all my men home,
Why don’t you aid me,
And make it known!”
“When we present a united front,
They know that we are strong,
But a front divided is easily defeated.”