Best Taliban Poems
T hose beautiful little girls you tried to kill
A s they waited in their school van at the end of the day
L ive another day to remind you, once again, you've failed!
I n terrible suffering, yet they shine for the whole world to see
B e it known, innocent blood cries for better tomorrows
A nd like the dust beneath the feet of these little ones
N ever will you rise to the heights for which you murder to attain!
~*~
Taliban fighter
Mind in a whirl
For love of his god
Shoots teenage girl
Places his bullet
Coldly in her head
Taliban fighter
Leaves her for dead
Medieval mind
Full of bigotry and hate
With twisted views
Centuries out of date
Taliban fighter
Don't you think it odd
Although you claim
You did it for your god
This little girl
Is still alive
Very good chance
She will survive
Taliban fighter maybe
In your god's eyes
You're a low creature
Loathed and despised
Taliban fighter
You bring much shame
By your acts supposedly
In your god's very name.
Taliban fighter
I think it too late
For any chance
To re educate.
Taliban fighter it would
Be better if you were dead
From well aimed bullet
Placed deep in your head.
When a dog is mad
You don't hesitate
But quickly and mercifully
Exterminate
Mother, I have seen, where the world has been...
Mother, I have I have seen it clean.
The dirt and muck,
Of those who monger war.
The broken arms of Justice,
In the realm of the nether and underworlds.
The Earth has broken, and monsters,
Have crept out of Her heart.
Fear and infamy,
Famine, greed and gluttony...
Mother, why are we good people made to suffer such?
Mother says,
Darling, I know, you are a little flower,
You came to this Earth to make it beautiful.
Now, you have grown a mind and can question,
Do you know, that this has such a power,
That the right question can mobilise a thousand people,
To action,
Against all that is not right and unjust.
This suffering, is the suffering of our land and people,
Infact, we are not the only ones who are suffering,
Our friends in other lands are suffering too...
Everyday, they take time out of their schedules to look up the news on us,
They pray for us,
They send us their love and protection.
They care for us,
They build up money and send to us.
Darling, not everyone is bad,
And a lot many people would say we are privileged,
You and I...
We don't have to face any atrocities of this Taliban,
Because your Dad is close to them.
That is it, Mummy,
I fear I have become an offspring of a vile, cruel man...
I wish to end his life so,
If not his then mine...
She said and cried,
Her mother held her in her arms and cried as well...
A land fought over from antiquity,
It's fertile plains and mountains steep,
Coveted and plundered with iniquity,
It's people slaughtered as helpless sheep.
From Alexander, through Genghis Khan,
Invading hordes without respite
Killing all to the last man,
Sowing misery and plight.
They in turn spawned ruling lords,
But the circle didn't cease,
Yet more came with thrusting swords,
No nobler reason than to fleece.
Empires came then empires went,
Their legacy imprinted on its people,
A motley quilt of rich descent,
Sullen faces altered by each sequel.
So what now this time of gloom,
As darkness spreads once more,
Freedom quashed, for thought no room,
Supplanted only by misery and war.
And yet a shard of light may still exist,
Despite their new Master’s crushing hand,
If these hardy people can persist,
They may well in time reclaim their land.
In war there are no winners
just victims and sinners,
A few good soldiers with big hearts
who work tirelessly to do their parts,
Every day is a struggle to deal with
the enemy crossing lines,
One swift action of vindication,
begets another from the foes
vying for anhiliation,
The death of Osama has evoked
retaliation, taking down seals
in bouts of vexations,
The blunder of the Taliban is
transparent and shrewd,
There will never be peace if
terrorists continue to fuel the fires
of inflamed hearts,
They will keep provoking until they
unleash uncontainable wrath.......
D irections of our lives seem futile and our hearts obstructed.
E very person, every woman, every child, every
M an has lost the freedom that was promised - now corrupted,
O bliterated by those whose rigid rules destroy our memories
C asting our will, our dreams, our freedom aside
R elinquishing our growth as a nation to thrive freely.
A fghanistan you lay like the wounded warrior that lied
C alling out “I can no longer fight, I must hide” for me to be.
Y ears have come and gone too long, as our history is no longer the prize.
G lory to god to protect our children as they live with tyrants,
O ligarchs and kings that take food from their mouths.
N othing under our sun will shine in this moment of violence
E xcept silver bullets shot with hate to scare our souls to bow
Sept. 2, 2021
Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann
sponsored by Kim Rodriguez
T- Terrorists'
A- Advance
L- Leaves
I- Impenetrable
B- Blackness, thus
A- Accelerating
N- Nihilism!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 August 2021
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*The Taliban are "intensifying the hunt-down" of individuals who worked with the Afghan government and its allied forces, conducting "targeted door-to-door visits" and arresting or threatening family members of "target individuals" unless they surrender, according to a confidential UN document.
RIP ROARING WOMEN
Some of us
are just born quirky
Run from kitchens
Hide
From the housewifely tasks
Read hardy boy books
Sitting in an apple tree
Some of us collect bruises
instead of dolls
Some of us
Want to fly
Want to climb away the fear
Of never fitting in
yearning for new books instead of gowns
Here’s to you Malala
Who wants to fly
into the world of books
Pakistani child, 14 years old
Taliban hit, yet still survives
defied bullets
May you live on to climb with us
We are still climbing
Reading
Jumping
Flying
Struggling but climbing into
Joyful lives of contentment
Why do I hope
there is a Hell,
while wishing
to escape its
clutches myself?
Because I want
there to be a
special Hell
for those who
kill children.
Is there a time when friendship does not count,
Where bonds forged in war are callously
forgotten
Is now the time for their suffering to willfully
discount
As a passing blight, a chore ill-gotten?
Is desperation always someone else’s burden,
To be observed but ultimately ignored,
Their fate unclear, easier to draw that curtain
To an inconvenient truth only in words
deplored.
To politician’s promises are tenuous,
They matter only when there’s gain,
Integrity is often deemed too arduous,
Little caring for other’s strife and pain.
But to those of us who conflict shared,
Who know by name those left behind,
Fully aware of all they dared,
Our life with theirs lies intertwined.
What can we say, what can we do
This cruel injustice to make right,
But raise our voice, shout what is true,
Honor our debt, correct this blight.
A place where darkness
Is strong and absorbs the light
With evils so wrong
No one knows what will be done
To the innocent people
Even though they were strong
A place where nasty sins
Grow fiercer than any place else
Where shadows and sorrows
Seem to pierce through the rays
The embrace of sunshine
Has seen many better days
A place where fear discourages
The pure of heart to accept
Help from those who would give them
A chance to be cleared of charges
That these wicked groups
Wish to punish them so horribly for
A place where guns and knives
Are more than mere arms
These mean that hatred has won
And the grace from God
Is being rejected by them so
Hope is no longer known
A place where horrors
Are brought into the light
Leaving even the sunrise
Compromised by fright
And raining down terrors
Through these sad lives
A place where silence
Is better than a voice
Because the Taliban
Leaves most without choice
Discouraging the faith
That might make a way
A place where most realize
They hope to avoid
Because all who live there
Are sought to be destroyed
By angry radicals
Who seek out the defenseless
A place where God knows
There is so much need
For goodness and kindness
The light that twinkles in eyes
Who know that love is
The only answer to ease this battle
This is a war between right and wrong
Only God’s kindness
Breathed softly in a song
Consoles the innocent
With assurance that in time
God will rain down justice on this fight for souls
Afghanistan Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Kai Michael Neumann
August 22, 2021
A Taliban Marriage
By Elton Camp
Afreet, finding his marriage was increasingly grim
Located a marriage counselor & took his wife to him
“This woman is ungrateful for all the good I do for her.
That she might kill me why I sleep actually did occur.”
“For her good, our marriage was arranged by force.
But this vixen has no appreciation for that, of course.”
“I require that she wear the burqa anytime she goes out
For the face of a woman is what corruption is all about.”
“When the laws of the Taliban she outrageously violated,
I had her severely flogged until her evil acts she hated.”
“With unrelated men, I have allowed her no association
So that she is kindly spared the temptation of flirtation.”
“To wear those high-heeled shoes my wife never must
The sound of a woman’s footsteps cause a man to lust.”
“When in public, for her to speak softly is my choice
Because no stranger should ever hear a woman’s voice.”
“So, marriage counselor, I now make this request of you
What, with this rebellious wife, do you suggest I do?”
“Brother, with this female you’ve done all you could
So now, to have her stoned is exactly what you should.”
How wrong could I be
were I to assume
most Taliban leaders
in Afghanistan
have aging parents?
Especially mothers,
as it is not specifically healthy
to be a male in such a violent
raped
poverished,
nutritionally-barren place
And Taliban parents
might also have kids hungry and thirsty
and afraid to give us grandkids,
for economic and political starvation reasons.
It might occur to healthy energy democratic leaders
thinkers and feelers
that feeding
and restoring therapeutic ecosystems
could grow better polycultural Afghanistan wealth outcomes
promised by Allah
and YHWH alike.
Restorative, rather than more extractive, retributive justice
could work more WinWin effectively,
than continuing bad karma retributive violent goals
of assured mutual environmental destruction
and inhumane death and dying and terrorizing
paranoid children,
and other forms of almost incalculable dismay
through strategies rooted in punishment
and threat
and counter-terrorism terror,
visiting the sins of fathers
upon Yang soldiers
and Yin sacred daughters and aging mothers alike.
Just an ecopolitical thought
to feed the obvious restorative resolution
rather than first trying to starve out surviving problems
of marginal multigenerationally terrified families
and EarthSoul Tribes of nature
Nature-spirits sown
in TooYang Dominant
retributional stress disorders,
terror,
mental illness,
paranoia,
sleep deprivation,
xenophobia,
depression,
suicide,
rabidity,
hate for outsiders,
fear of strangers,
seething anger about oppressions, repressions, depressions, suppressions,
fear of death and dying and the unknown...
T errorists
A ttacking their own people
L eaving their countrymen
I n turmoil and tatters
B efore the nation falls into
A bject anarchy
N ever to rise again.
written August 15, 2021
(in deep sorrow for the
people of Afghanistan)
Now I lay me down to sleep
Dear Lord, allow me, my head to keep?
Insane Taliban, coming to our shores,
Heavy padlocks on all my doors!
If one Killer, into my house comes,
Beneath my pillows, I do have a gun.
Will use it too, without reservation!
I intend to stay alive, in this American national
9/20/2021