The Flavor of Greed

Oh Afghanistan.
At least you'd 20 years of relative peace and shine.
Perhaps you tasted freedom back in ancient times.
The truth always blooms but will patina over time.
Now all the good has come to a cackling end.
Peace has swallowed a scorpion's tail... again.
Although maybe a deep seed has been planted. 
Maybe a more robust blood rose will emerge.
From the sand and rock and Hades' heat.
From the rough tongue of dogma and ideology.

                    Oh, maiden Afghanistan 
You'll soon have many suitors and seducers tapping your door.
Because you don a trillion-dollar lithium undergarment. 
Maybe that's what the bloody fuss was really all about...
blood for a pair of lithium panties-
blood for oil. It's all the same
: blood for the newest flavor of greed...
Copyright © | Year Posted 2021

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Keady Avatar
September 10, 2021 at 4:31 PM
Hello my friend.. such a great write, I know its from your heart, and makes all my own so called issues pale into insignificance..... I hate any loss of life, I especially hate the sight of babies and children suffering.. Why is life so cheap..? Not just in Afghanistan, but all over the world... Keep writing my friend, you have a voice.. Best DAMO
Romios Avatar
September 9, 2021 at 9:13 PM
Whoa, Anthony.., thanks for telling it line it is, I die from the freaking lies sla CNN aka SIN. Women were beheaded today. Nobody gives a hoot...till the sword will be on our necks, Also a Fav, big fav*=+++++ Pangie
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