Taliban Poems

Corona Crisis 
viral virus 
no immunity no vaccine watch the community start collapsing 
people dying 
people lying 

I’m suspicious of the timing 
Brexit Trump forgotten items 
pandemic dread a new horizon 
governments all left advising 

Crikey don't let no one...Read More

Songstress
by Michael R. Burch
 
for Nadia Anjuman
 
Within its starkwhite ribcage, how the heart
must flutter wildly, O, and always sing
against the pressing darkness: all it knows
until at last it feels the numbing sting
of death. Then life's brief vision swiftly passes,
imposing...Read More

Father, forgive them, for they know not what they do.
In the Vietnam war between 1965 and 1972 U.S. troops used a substance known as napalm
napalm is a mixture of plastic polystyrene, hydrocarbon benzene, and gasoline. This mixture creates a jelly-like...Read More

On my two year anniversary 
a new verse too read
canny words set free
doctor said you need

Apples nutritious 
And grapes with pips in
Cables that trip us
And drapes for peeping

At sights kept hidden
Affairs and lovers
Secret keeping
Shared with others 

Handsome ransom  
at...Read More

The cotton runs high in the Taliban sky
Resistance continues, into the south.
I watch nightly news with a heavy sigh 
Not letting judgments escape from my mouth. 

I see the pain that rues life for the same 
For their families each suffer loss too.
For...Read More

Untold  brutal tales of wives battered. 
World all over, violated wedding vows, 
in merciless kicks, her screams drowse. 
Black-eyed Cindrella, dreams all shattered. 

Injured love hurts... in horrific nightmare. 
Red petals pumelled in dark blood clots. 
"Where to go?...Read More

Black and white Advent calendar
I will make you red and green
Haven't you heard the red oleander
Dropping its last leaf for December sheen

Growing up with bullets in the Taliban
Blood spills into the streets of Kashmir
Still the Calendar craves and calls for
Gold,...Read More

I'll dibble dab and squiggle on my pad,
I'm just a lad, and if it's good it's bad
and bad is good, words are misunderstood,
not could, would and should or does and mood.

Food for a dozen with frozen pudding for they are...Read More

Everlasting war
The new normal in the twentieth century is war
it has continued without a break a perpetual machine
of mass killing, someone somewhere must see
war as a business in which every country has a bloody hand.
Politicians, the handmaiden for manufacturers
of weaponry...Read More

What a year – Tim was just a little boy of 25 – naïve and

Lost in ‘innocence’ a critical time bomb waiting to happen

Blue-eyed he listened to Nena’s 99 Red Balloons flying high

While Band Aid wondered whether They Know it’s...Read More

Does it make you sad too that Republicans say
That no man is my 'brother' who won't make me right, (1) 
That diversities' bona fides died.
Parties punish a member who won't smoke their 'joint, '
It seems all that they care about's...Read More

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...Read More

In the land of milk honey and hate
The Evangelicals sealed it fate

Demanding its citizens religiosity
Inherent of its edits misogyny

Women second class Taliban  
Treated as a form of contraband

The Oligarch fomented  dissent 
While the peasants paid their rent

The war...Read More

MARJAN - THE PEARL OF AFGHANISTAN . . . 
 
MERA JAAN MARJAN . . .

Given as a gift from Germany to Kabul zoo in Afghanistan 
No fields to run in - just a miserable enclosed barren land
 
You were...Read More

THE SOLDIERS’ WAR (A tribute) 
The burning sand, the scorching sun

In the distance the sound of a gun.

Slow moving vehicles crawl at snails pace

Heading gingerly towards some safe place.



Far from home, in the blistering heat

They head towards camp and a...Read More

The Enemy among us 
 The western world has lived in peace for sixty years
mainly because of EU and shared horrid memories.
This has not been the Palestinians case who were
shooed away to give room for a colony called Israel and
those...Read More

No milk for babies
 
 I have lost track of who is fighting whom in the overlapping endless wars 
in the middle- east, but that is beside the point today.
I was standing in supermarket`s till a woman in front of...Read More

Wishing for 1984

'War is Peace Freedom
is Slavery Ignorance 
is Strength Big Brother…'

is waiting for Godot who came quickly and travelled from Pyongyang to glorious
theoretical impossibility, but wait everything goes and now we are on to a winner. It
used to be...Read More

Fly kite
Cut hands
Rob lands
Taliban

Children’s scars
Biblical fears
Commandments near
Steal not anothers' tear

Escape the evil hands
No music, no happiness
Dance your way to the Promised Land
Leave the blood and mountains of sand

The old ones die
So that the young may fly
In a new land
Without Taliban
...Read More

Random Journey 
Is the inception of a voyage the end of an abstract nothingness
and beginnings of conscious life like driving to town and buy the papers 
I remember a song: “set sail at the sunset” can hum the rest but...Read More

Black lives matter
yes they do
Blue lives matter too.

Green and red and yellow lives
I’m all on board - no lie.
But when you say that “ALL lives matter”
you’ve lost me, and here’s why:

I seriously doubt that you
agree that every life
is as important...Read More

This is a light-hearted poem of the "Inter-Continental" hotel that overlooks "Kabul" built in 1969 - that has had its fair share of attacks over the years   

I am off to the Inter-continental; the must hotel with a...Read More

Talked to my recruiter
Felt it was my duty sir

Raised my hand said yes I can
Be a great American

Sent me off to boot camp
Sargent treated me like crap

Never got to thank his Mom
The one who raised this hellish son

Made me a...Read More

Surfs Up
In distant lands
From Kuwait Bay
To Afghanistan
Arabia
To Pakistan
We all high five 
As we hang ten
The ladies there 
With burkas on
Will grab their boards
And surf along
The Taliban 
With weapons raised
Are now into
The surfing craze
The Saudi king
Is wondering
With his wives
What they're missing
So...Read More

Fiddling About. 
by The Didds

Annual Concert, DMT, Time to act, you and me,
At Dauntsey School, a painted floor, performed in the round, 
with rehearsals at Sheep Street church, St Joe's school hall, the con club too,
learning dances, blocking acting, making...Read More