Poetry Blogs (Afghanistan)
Lost In Translation
I was there to help you
when you needed my advice,
I faced my brothers bullets -
was prepared to pay the price
in my fathers land
because I fought for justice
and decided to make a stand
against the corrupt message
of the terrorist breed.
I wanted to scourge my land
of their demon seed.
So I stood at checkpoints
Monday 28th May 2018 4:20 pm
Look at this thing, this gruesome thing, this shake-off from the slick.
A car mechanic’s rag, a bag of bile, a doodling hand that drags
a biro clot of crudeness up the beach.
This foul-up. This bird. This broken component of our world.
Then look at that: a flesh gorged kite, circling
while cluster bombs slake a starving nation’s soil.
America’s pin puckered vein, the fight for th...
Tuesday 1st December 2015 12:55 pm
I'm from a land where,
Two girls on the bus to school is revolutionary,
Where we bury boxes full of our still born children,
'Cos experimental biological weapons more or less killed them.
Plus the starvation, and working on the opium plantation,
Whilst Halibuton gets paid to rebuild my nation,
MPs with hidden interests plan my leader's assasination.
From London to Lo...
Sunday 4th November 2012 5:34 pm