Make Me An Offer Poem by Edwina Reizer

Make me an offer I can’t refuse,
Something that I could really use.
For I could use just about anything,
Even a song that I could sing.

My country’s left me high and dry
In a place where I’ll probably die.
Some back home say I shouldn’t be here.
The sand’s so hot and I could use a cold beer.

I’ve been having nightmares on every night
About having to pretend everything’s right.
When all around me there are too many dead.
I could use something to clear my head.

I’m missing my family in the USA.
But our president says we’re leading the way.
We’re showing people how freedom’s won.
I guess you win it from the end of a gun.

Make me an offer I can’t refuse.
Something that I could really use.
For now I could use whatever you’ve got,
Even a prayer for I just got shot.