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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 the Americans
Leave the country
The Taliban are back
Will they be vicious
As before?
Have they learned
A lesion?
Only time will tell
History they say
Does not repeat
But it does rhyme
And the fall of Saigon
Resonates in the air
As flights flee
The fallen city
The Taliban gleefully
Taking over
And America has another black eye
A failure of leadership
A failure of vision
A failure to understand
And a failure ultimately
Of American might
Even American
For all of its power
Cannot control
Another land
So, Kabul falls
American power weakens
Politics divide us
Our enemies rejoice
In their victory
Against the arrogant Americans
Ending Pax America
And America being back
Kabul has fallen
And we can not do anything
To take it back
Thousands of died
But for what?
In the end
We could not hold Kabul
For it was not ours to hold
9-11, Twenty Years Later
Thoughts of Miracle Man
9-11-2021
Twenty years have passed,
and I sit in deep thought of where I was that day,
and what I was doing. I was home and recorded on eight track for three days
all the events of this day. Today, I think of all the lives lost as a result of 9-11,
and the many military and first responders taken from us.
I think of children who were forced to grow up without a parent,
and the children who were taken without experiencing life.
I feel the hurt of the young Afghanistan lives that
have awoken to a new way of life, and the freedom they know
that the Taliban is quickly taking from them. I think of those
left behind because of our poorly planned exit from Afghanistan.
The suffering isn’t over and remembering goes on,
and on this early morning, I sit, think, write, and weep,
and God bottles my tears.
Psalms 56:8 Context
5Every day they wrest my words: all their thoughts are against me for evil.
6They gather themselves together, they hide themselves, they mark my steps, when they wait for my soul.
7Shall they escape by iniquity? In thine anger cast down the people, O God.
8Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?
9When I cry unto thee, then shall mine enemies turn back: this I know; for God is for me.
10In God will I praise his word: in the LORD will I praise his word.
11In God have I put my trust: I will not be afraid what man can do unto me.
Form:
A lonely figure stands at attention
Old, feeble and walks with a cane
He patiently waits
Despite his age would not complain.
A warm and gentle breeze blows
Where white headstone stood erect
And on this solemn occasion
He waits as they give their last respect
The bugler’s heart filled with sorrow
While others gather around a grave
The old-aged bugler ready
To honor the marine for the sacrifice he made
A young child beside his mother;
The widow overwhelmed with grief.
Memory of his father fading
For life with him was brief
A young marine served with honor
In a place called Afghanistan
With a Band of Brother
He made his final stand
And draped upon his casket
Old Glory...the Stars and Stripes
A symbol of Liberty
Made possible by brave and patriotic types
The pastor said there is no more worthy honor
Then to willing sacrifice one’s life
To maintain life’s sweet liberty
For his child, and his wife.
Upon the white headstones
A mist of raindrops begins to fall
Then slowly lowering the casket
The young child stands proud and tall
The solemn service over
The bugler sees his cue
Then slowly raises the bugle to his lips
And with a heavy heart he blew
REMEMBERANCE POEM
(penned by Gordon AKA Alex Alexander R Sigs 1987 –2013)
Alas it is that time of year
When we all shed a tear
For absent soldiers who went before
In far away lands fighting a war
From Ypres to the Somme
And further a field
Too many men
Far too young to be killed
Then more recent events did occur
In places some think mighty obscure
Places such as Iraq
Some families wishing daddy was back
Other places such as Afghanistan
Fighting for freedom of the condemned man
Not knowing who the enemy was
And being taken for this cause
Reminiscent of troubles near by
In places such as NI
I know this may upset a few
But all these conflicts are very true
I know I have missed quite a few
Such as the Falklands War and Bosnia too
Many countries where we have served
For human rights to be observed
They defended our country
With all there might
Never giving up the fight
Even in the dark of night
Remembering the fallen
Is not a one day event
They left too early
This was not meant
They are remembered daily by
Us that are left
There legacy will always live on
If we all remember what job they done
R.I.P my brothers in Arms
Until together we serve in heavens farm
Looking after one and all
Dancing with angels at the ball
~ For International Holocaust Day ~
Never again, we vowed
when Auschwitz was liberated
When images of human skeletons
flickered across our screens
Four months later, Never again
Hiroshima and Nagasaki
Mushroom clouds shielding
Civilians screaming, burnt alive
Never again, we vowed
then betrayed South Vietnam
the Viet Cong slaughtering
all those left behind
Never again? Never again?
We fled Iraq and Afghanistan
Allies to the butcher's knife abandoned
~ Never again we mutter, Never again
World war one was fought
So that all wars would cease
But more than ninety years later
We still don't have peace
World war two passed
Though it didn't end strife
It did make a widow
Of many a young wife
Now in Afghanistan
A bereaved mother cries
While somewhere in Iraq
Another child dies
Why do we stand for it?
How can we stand by?
Whilst innocent people
Suffer and die
How many valuable
Lives must be lost?
Before we finally realise
It’s not worth the cost
How many graveyards
Must they fill before?
Every world leader
Agrees to end war
Pray that it's soon
For if war doesn't end
There will not be a world
Left for us to defend
"We are the Dead. Short days ago.
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow.
Loved and were loved, and now we lie.
In Flanders fields. "
Quote By _ John McCrae (Flanders Fields)
on the eleventh month, on the eleventh day, at the eleventh hour
under a blue hazy sky in my city
we honored those who answered the call and died
for the peace and freedom that we enjoy today
we have a beautiful war monument and statue
and a tomb of the unknown soldier
that we treasure everyday not just on November eleventh
all the wars are engraved in stone
World War I, World War II, The Korean War, Afghanistan
and it honors the peacekeepers who lost their life's also
the sound of the bands, the parade of branches of the military
the 21-gun salute, and the jet fly over, and the choir singing
the pipers and trumpet, breaks the silence of those standing tall
and when it is over everyone removes their poppies
and places them on the tomb of the unknown soldier
like red tears cascading
____________________
November 11, 2022
Submitted to the contest, 2022 Poetry Marathon, Mile 25
sponsor, Mark Toney
In my mind's contorted eye
My heart laments for our generation
And generations to come
In my mind's disgruntled eye,
I see squalor and poverty in Sudan
I see disaster, hunger,
Consuming, scavenging, rampaging
The bowels of our land
My heart weeps for the oppressed,
Displaced, and brutalized
In my mind's injured eye
I see the ruins of Bosnia
And the bloodbath in Grosny
Yesterday was Somalia, today Afghanistan
We all are engulfed in a bitter, unending race
In my mind's tired, confused eye
I see resigned, helpless faces
Of a saturated generation
Waiting hopelessly for the final
Chiming of the clock
Any raining of bombs is the first step toward loosing.'
This act must be followed by ground forces.' Terrain
Variations will influence events.! As will populace actions
Among beligerent and invaded parties.' In a brief analysis
' what happened with the English invasion of Ireland?? Long term.!! Bearing in mind 'both nations close proximity'
Then extrapolate that in regards of any conflict with Iran
Or any large middle eastern power.!! Any sane assesment
Screams no!! If Mr Trump is considering any such moves
I advise breaking ties with any force that advocates such.'
Which is most likely an ( n g o ) backed by scoros and co !
As it was in Afghanistan for Russia and the USA and as it
Has been in Syria for Russia..so it will be in a similar war
Let there be peace.' War is counter productive.'
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