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...
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