Afghan Poems - Poems about Afghan

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? ___________________________ 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...

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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...

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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?...

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wiseacres worked out wishy-washy withdrawals worth the worst wording...

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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?...

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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...

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afghan hound dogs are the oldest dog species and fast than a racehorse 2019 September 17...

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She was born in a upper middle class family Laila was her name given by her father Her father had four wives accordingly, She was not welcomed there. She was only a girl in that big house Rest of them were her brothers She had to stay inside like a tiny mouse She was allowed to study...

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The policy of hate and date, You may not like but it’s the truth, The bitter truth mate! Was it a lone wolf terror or was it a coordinated fight? Who cares since it targeted souls Despised by night. But you are no God to legislate and Decide on fate An act that made an end, To the destiny of a foe and a...

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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...

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A poem by John Nesbitt © 22.11.2013 I was eighteen years old and wanting to fight I found what I looked for, in bars late at night I took on the big guys, the small ones as well They were all tough, as far as I could tell - As a...

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Daisy-flux Pashtun kickboxing Blank stares Cut-off Free life Classy travel Super kamarati...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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