How right you are! And how unfortunate it is!
well, what the hell, here's a poem I need help with.
America the Beautiful
America the Beautiful. Thus sayith the dutiful soldier as he marches through the marshes of a foreign land, prepared to give his all for Uncle sam and the boys back home. All alone, he’s on his own and it’s time to show just what he’s made of.
Here he is, scared as shit and in the thick of it. The bullets are coming and he’s running, running, running, … Disillusioned, beset with confusion
… I’m sutck from here on. Help, pwease!