Afghanistan, we know you’ve suffered very long.
Your dead heart, although bathed in blood, won’t beat.
Your scarlet rivers scour endless tear-stained caves
in killing cold, far deeper than your mountains rise.
Fratricide can’t satisfy your murderous lust.
You could not stop merchandising death worldwide.
You had to spit your venom in a peaceful nation’s face.
Afghanistan, you sealed your fate that day!
Your barren border cannot reach the flinching sea.
You chill the moaning north wind with glacial hate.
Your ice air stinks of carrion and cordite now.
Afghanistan, your exorcism is at hand!
Your earthquakes thunder faintly midst the roar of war.
Your vaunted mountains are being leveled, day-by-day.
Your caves choke on countless bombs and bodies.
Afghanistan, is your bloodlust yet satisfied?
After you surrender on the battlefield,
when bare shinbones no longer shine in desert sun,
we’ll watch the sunken lakes rise to your valley floors
again to stain the poppied fields a telltale hue.
Afghanistan, we’ll have to keep our eyes on you!
Written in the wake of the 9/11 attacks in America.