Kabul has fallen to the Taliban--
But do not say our military brass
Have failed. They’ve had some setbacks, sure. Alas
For those! But think of all their triumphs, man!
Obsolete thought is in the garbage can.
Stereotypes are shattering like glass
On Kristallnacht, and loads of tranny ass
Are in the service now. Plus, there’s that ban
On Rebel Flags that Southern soldiers dared
To fly in decades past, on hatred fed
Until our leaders showed how much they cared.
Esteem for Bedford Forrest now is dead
Because the most woke grievances were aired.
Our bases fly the Rainbow Flag instead.
Esteem you for your genius? Just a little--
But most of all your people loved the peace
That stood behind your fury. In the middle
Of your much-troubled heart, there dwelt surcease
From trouble’s weight and unrestrained increase,
From victory’s excess, defeat’s despair.
The calm philosophers of Ancient Greece
Had nothing on you, Old Marse Robert, there.
Oh, sure, you had a temper – and would dare
To show it now and then. Was that a flaw?
Our flawed humanity can hardly care.
Only the smallest souls here opt to gnaw.
Your whole life built a monument to duty--
A structure now unparalleled for beauty.