Afghanistan

Hills of  dun brown ageless slate

Dust clouds carried on the wind

Shepherds trudge trails desolate

Slanted sunlight defused behind

 

Once more the timeless tableau scene

Millenniums in it's constancy   
Awaits the next onslaught again

As varied Armies wash its bone dry sea

 

Forever there against the sky

Like flint it sparkes when struck upon

Yet does not yield it does not cry

its self in tact at the expense of iron





Poetry by josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2021-08-24 at 19:41

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one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
This "timeless tableau" that "does not yield it does not cry," says it all. You said it all. Profoundly true and sad.
2021-08-31


Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
The Afghans are a team which never loses on its home field. Only fools consider taking them on. That the US chose to do so after losing to Viet Nam proves that our nation is led by idiots.
2021-08-24