Here is draft one of a poem concerning Canada's lack of assistance to Afghani comrades. I call it" land of ice and snow"Please comment
The man in the attic
with the run-away shoes
running to win but
is likely to lose
trying to decipher
which lane he should choose
to escape a really harsh encounter
There are only two roads
which one should he take
one stops at the airport
the other's a fake
he could last forever
if given a break
he might even live 'til tomorrow
so he shaves off his beard
and whitens his cheeks
he has to be careful
which language he speaks
he looks in mirror
he thinks he's complete
but the mirror is broken and shattered
He tightens his runners
and pulls down his hat
his former employer
knows where he's at
but just in case
he carries a bat
But the bat's not a Louis Ville slugger
He recites the Koran
as he moves through the streets
taking some comfort
from the words he repeats
but the Taliban's waiting
there are no retreats
and the plane is now on the runway
He throws his cheap bat
but it misses the man
so he starts running faster
than ever he ran
he hides in a corner
to fool Taliban
and at first he seems like the winner
while hidden, he pictures
a land made of snow
and freedoms that promise
to let your mind grow
no need for translation
just let knowledge flow
and it all flows in a certain direction
Taliban raises his pistol
no warrior's word being said
without any fear of the here-after
without any fear of the dead
Taliban twitches his finger
and sends a bullet through running man's head
he has notched another before breakfast
On the plane there is vast jubilation
as it leaves Afghani airspace
just one lonely seat being empty
a symbol of a nation's disgrace
BTW I published a book of some of my poems. It is called "the Gate" andI believe it is available on Amazon - Sid detail in comments
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