So I realise I haven't written any poetry in a while, and I'm sorry, I just haven't been depressed. I'm not particularly depressed now, just angry about the people who want us to pull out of Iraq imediately. Its stupid. Period, end of story. What you would get would be far worse than the Taliban ever were. No we need to see it through. Even if you don't agree with this, at least read the poem, there's something else.
Style notes: Don't tell me that you don't like my punctuation, I have it like it is for a reason. Other than that there are a few end rhymns, but nothing throughout the entire poem.
Yeah, if you can't tell what this is about think back to September four years ago.