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Poached people in a Sea Container,

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A Corner Shop with a Taliban retainer,

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A White Desert frontier town,

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A Dead Martyr’s Shrouded gown,

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The last place of a Call to Prayer,

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Freighted refugees abandoned there,

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A memory never meant to share,

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Sullimani

Wed 14th Jul 2021 16:40

A timely piece of writing.

I wonder if anyone even noticed that this was posted on 8 July 21 and the attached article was published on 14 July 21.

https://www.theguardian.com/world/2021/jul/14/taliban-claim-afghan-border-crossing-with-pakistan-in-major-gain

That occurrence on it's own makes this poem more interesting, doesn't it?

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