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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
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