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Kabul (A Poem)

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The smell of failure
Rises through grayed skies
Like the sizzling ash
Among embers falling like rain

Kabul, we weep for you
In the midst of smoke and fire
While angered by the sight and sound
Of a weakness built-in “power”

One leader, one man
And his puppet masters too
Own the deaths of many
No where to hide it now

Blood is on your hands my friend
And those who put you into place
It least take your responsibility
For your judgement of disgrace

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Kabul (A Poem)


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