Kabul Poems - Poems about Kabul

All decisions are made at a desk in another country. They pass through ‘in’ and ‘out’ trays, collecting signatures along the way. Then, one day, they become a concrete wall, where once a few tired weeds grew. Afghanistan, 2017 First published in Blue Minaret...

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End of the War And so, it came to past The end of the longest war In U.S. history The war was fought As all wars are Based on illusions, Delusions and greed Delusions that this time We would get it right Successfully build-up A vibrant, peaceful prosperous Democratic nation Forgetting that there had never been A peaceful prosperous country In the land of Afghanistan Forgetting at our peril The...

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Bent wire horizon, the day is a broken perimeter. There is light between the barbs but you have to squint, pretend the fence still holds. People flee, their knees are bruised by each narrowing dawn. The fool on the hill blames the sun in his eyes....

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Tonight in Kabul there will be terror or death. All other choices flew away yesterday on a plane crowded with last hopes....

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Kabul Has Fallen Kabul has fallen The news screams Kabul has fallen In less than two weeks The intel officers Got it so wrong Everyone said That Kabul would not fall That the center would hold Yet Kabul fell Faster than anyone thought It would The right-wing media Are having a field day Screaming Who lost Afghanistan As if it was ours To begin with The Taliban Are playing it cool Taking control Letting...

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Kaboom! goes Kabul Kabul! Oh! It Kabooms The Taliban's rule...

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The hustle of the Khyber pass Dusty Dirty Traffic chaotic Pori’s border Like the ground Soaking up my foot prints We move beyond The bus is silent In this barren landscape I look upon the discarded Shells of war Interesting I identify shells From many wars Like a walk Along a beach After a storm An high tide But the storm Still thundering The vision scape Has pockets of green So many gums I could be back In...

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Red is pressed onto red, aged paint peeling away. The flames of humanity-fading. Sapphire mellows into verdance, Purity is dissolved in darkness. We are the Dying Youth. This earth is not our own, This air not our own, Our own air poisoned by gunpowder, This life will never be ours. Life is golden, rich, lush, We...

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faint hues arose from a distance as i follied beyond the grave gestures of a calming mirage faintly showers began to sprinkle over the seasonal earth thee past time frawned above it all shattering sound near a mustered seed patch coarse branches crawled over soiled nest tampering with the birds homeland twigs fell to the ground draw string hung cracked eggs settled underneath the...

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(Written During The American Attacks On Afghanistan From The Arabian Sea) O! The heartless callous warriors, The children of the crowning age, You do not see the havoc, For you stand at the distant spot, More than two thousand miles away, Planning against the weaponless; But your lacerating missiles and shells, Miss not the targets,...

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