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Fly kite Cut hands Rob lands Taliban Children’s scars Biblical fears Commandments near Steal not anothers' tear Escape the evil hands No music, no happiness Dance your way to the Promised Land Leave the blood and mountains of sand The old ones die So that the young may fly In a new land Without Taliban

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Richard Lamoureux

Date: 3/19/2017 9:15:00 AM

We can only hope! I don't personally understand the attraction to this organization.

Emile Pinet

Date: 3/17/2017 10:02:00 AM

The author encourages the reader to open one’s mind and taste what life has to offer. It paints a picture with words and lets you feel them...this is hard to accomplish and you've done it well. Emile.

Manmath Dalei

Date: 3/16/2017 7:48:00 PM

Great write Arthur. Every motherland needs to fly this type of kite. Ur thought is well painted here............//hugs

Tim Smith

Date: 3/15/2017 11:54:00 AM

To sacrifice for the betterment of youth is honorable...may kites fly free from tyranny

Charlie Smith

Date: 3/15/2017 11:44:00 AM

Such innocence should be spared. Well done Arthur...

Kim Merryman

Date: 3/15/2017 11:19:00 AM

Concise and well written, Arthur! Such a tragic situation. Blessings, Kim

Lynn Marie

Date: 3/15/2017 1:22:00 AM

...childhood is so sacred, to live and/or be raised in fear is criminal. What an amazing, vital piece Arthur :-) Excellent writing. a fave, 7+ blessings, lynn

Darren White

Date: 3/15/2017 1:12:00 AM

Khaled Hosseini.... And for every child, every person having to grow up like this, with all that pain, and fear. Great poem Art, thank you.

Carol B.

Date: 3/14/2017 10:31:00 PM

I can't imagine what hell it would be to live in fear. It breaks my heart that people suffer. Children scared and not free to laugh and be a child without worries. Having the freedom and the pure joy of flying a kite. Just not fair or right. Thought provoking poem Arthur :)