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They shoot poets, don’t they? (For the poet Abdullah Atefi killed by the Taliban, and those left in fear)
He never thought he’d be killed
By words
That freely come to your mind
Took for granted
That his thoughts could run free,
Across the city
Climb up mountains
And settle on the land
Then one night…
He was dragged out of his bed
And shot in the head
Because the stench of death
Has run riot in the streets
The Taliban snuffing out
Anyone...
Thursday 19th August 2021 12:26 pm
CHRISTMAS IN PAKISTAN
Do they know about Christmas in Pakistan?
Has anyone told the Taliban?
Those callous corrupters of the Koran
Who slaughter kids because they can.
"Suffer little children to come unto me" -
Christ's words resonate with minds that are free
But not with Hate on a killing spree
"Suffer...little children!" is Hate's decree.
Do they understand Christmas in Pakistan?
...
Wednesday 17th December 2014 6:58 pm
Third Sonnet
The Taliban of Christianity,
Are guardians of our nation’s moral health,
Protecting men from femininity,
They worship pomp, and privilege, and wealth.
They disapprove of how and whom we love,
Deny our civil right to earn a crust,
To work in schools for our Lord above,
Those bigots trample freedom in the dust.
No paedophiles then, in the Church of Rome?
In Opu...
Tuesday 9th February 2010 1:05 pm
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