Meryl Streep laments that a squirrel
More rights flaunts, cats more freedom unfurl,
Bulbuls sing with broad choice,
But where’s Afghan girl’s voice?
If women in Kabul
Quelled are under male rule,
Oh, what to marvel on world morale?
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Happenings |31.09.2024|women, freedom
Poet’s note: Women’s freedom has gone from bad to Worse in Taliban ruled Afghanistan. Yet, if all nations under UNO so wish, this situation can improve. But other than making some noise, little is being done.
The Afghan’s a dog groomer’s joy
The definitive Lord Fauntleroy
But with all that coiffure
One is never quite sure
If the “she” is a girl or a boy
Poisonous laburnum hang downwards,
These dusty streets,
Hot as herbs and spices,
Touching deep buttery Panjshir Valley,
The Great Highland Bagpipes.
Sweaty, I will tell you,
About hegira-state,
Our rugged landscape,
Our legendary generosity,
The children of Afghan.
Dad, Valley of the Five Lions?
The legend of five spiritual guardians?
wiseacres worked out
wishy-washy withdrawals
worth the worst wording
Eyes. Face.
Cries. Voice.
Hopes. Dreams.
Fear. Tears.
Lost. Love.
Real. Pain.
Scared. Drained.
Life. Death.
They are a…
People who trusted us.
People who looked to us.
People that need us.
People that love us.
Are we a…
People who turn our backs
People who break the tracks
People who betray their trust
People who say:
don’t count on us?
Religion was the juxtaposition
the central point of our vision
the direction the difference
always destined for distance
Now I see and hear humans
emotions, and how I use them,
they were gifted our given,
that now after 20 years isn't
And I feel our united core
a vision to build us from all war,
what you lost now, we'll give you more
Afghan born dreamers, dream the way of us all!!
And America, if you are global,
every choice is for the local,
build their nation, roads, homes, SAME FOR ALL!!
freedom, each pocket,
protected, enforce it.
they are no stereotype, not an alien,
but our race, humans we humanize
showing love, emotions, fair giving and take,
seek together, for the unknown, as the next unknown awaits.
That failure belongs with American scores,
being hopeful, then it's woeful, the power is false,
the plan, your politics, corrupt funds, you failed in it all,
you left after learning for twenty years you were fooled
The Great American Military Might Be,
Gone if the fight and thought line brightly
afghan hound dogs are
the oldest dog species and
fast than a racehorse
2019 September 17
I’ve not been to Afghanistan
Fred has
He’s seen the summer dust
He’s breathed the summer dust
He’s felt the winter snow
He’s walked the fields
where those other poppies grow
Fred’s eyes have measured the mountain heights
that divide the valleys – that divide the fights
that divide the people of that land
His ears have heard these divided people crying
He has smelt the smells of the dead and dying
And the cries of soldiers – of our land – hurt
By roadside bombs – hidden in the dirt
Tell me Fred
All the dead
Are they a price
oh such an evil price – that must be paid
for people in that land – to be no more afraid
to live their lives free of tyrannical yoke?
We can’t hope to understand – we lucky folk
(Singer/songwriter Fred (Iain) Smith known as “The Singing Diplomat” spent more than a government official living with Australian soldiers in Afghanistan)
Daisy-flux
Pashtun kickboxing
Blank stares
Cut-off
Free life
Classy travel
Super kamarati
The girl of a thousand voices
The girl of green eyes
The girl making her dreams happen
The life of joy
Cooks at her every need
Life of opportunity
No more destruction
No more fighting
No more issues for women in the homeland
All her dreams come true
All her brothers love her dearly
Happy Joy
For the Afghan Princess
Spraying spitfire in their tanks
Killing the children
No difference between Vietnam
Prejudice ways
Hear this
The man who is anti-killer
Obama invades Libya
Afghan Killers
Give them some food
Not Ak’s
Bitter beheading in Iraq
Afghan Killers
Hear this rhyme
The rhyme of justice
The rhyme of human rights
The rhyme that will feed every innocent child
Who are we to judge?
Killing and supporting a justless cause
Later sending 20 pounds of aid to the destruction of war
Afghan Killers
Do we really want a police state?
Hear this rhyme
The rhyme of Justice
Living in fancy houses
Saying you will aid
All you do is make false promises
To better your life style
Who are we to judge?
We judge the evil and hitlertarians in the distant world
When they are closer than we think
AFGHAN KILLERS!
Cries of agony
Desert land
No-person zone
No man’s land
No man can control the dusk and sand
Tanks squashing the houses
No hope
No hospitals
No food
No life
Just battle
Guns
The bullet
Evil deadly bullet
Armies formalise
To take over the no man’s land
None survive
Because the ones who live in the desert
Aren’t men
They are heroes
A consequence of war
Twisted surface
Twisted desert
No person’s imaginable fate
The sky turns
A church bell rings
Dead bodies surround the floor
Blood sweeps the houses
Fire kills the innocent men, women and children
Teenagers fight to defend their country
The evil desert
The beast of war
I want to wear a djellabas.
Blackness engulfing me in its tentlike refuge
veiled in gauze.
Or a burkha of blue with a screen
over my face to hide
my eyes.
I want to wear rope sandals
down a dusty Afghan road on
the warmest of days
with the wind whistling
through the Khyber Pass.
I want to know the language,
taste the food,
gaze at the bearded men I pass
who will not know
I am looking at them.
They are handsome and brave in Kabul.
I want to hear the children
reciting the Koran
in their Pushtu cadence
and play upon a tabir
with a beat of
peace.