Liberation

Everything controversial, wins upon it's ethics,

though nothing worth its effort is ever easy in its name,

Liberating lands of foe is more than politics,

it's a backward glance at darkest hours, where

regimes cripple civil rights.

Kabul under siege,

Human beings tied to coffins

fight amongst themselves to leave,

and kidnappings of futures

set concrete to its grief,

believe the western hemisphere,

the road to cemeteries in Kandahar

is brief.

A Troopers life,- a sacrifice,

A reason run by sordid deaths;

A fly by of a fight against a

Taliban with rape

upon its wives, and lives of

children, hungered, kept

dark of scribes slip

silently their knives,

deep inside the Burkha,

a garment like tradition

of religious faith,

insulted, stained -

matted by a

hate.

A corpse if you will?

Bring them back and sit

them still, but be complicit

on a darkened hour and aid

a gawky kill! Spill sublime

ferocity and forget a fellow

nation, a nation plagued by

serpents skill for a womb

they disrespect.

The sister, mother, daughter you

adore, be nothing more than whores,

if sitting there you state within the

comfort of your chair; 'bring em back,

and let Afghanistan rot itself on

poppy fields and crack.'

Michael J Waite 1^st May 2009 2222hrs.