A Taste of Afghanistan

Create: 05/23/2015 - 14:32

City sand has its own taste
Not the country’s dust,
But darker.
It’s stronger – bitter parts
Under infantry foot.
Under 500 years going and coming.
Kipling’s finest up and over –
Through the pass,
Through the places where soldiers stood
In stolid white snow.
Cemeteries in the pass where Alexander’s own
Fell on the square rocks.
Paved with smoothed over river rock,
This open grave – white, bare.
Kabul sand polishes everyone’s edges.
Tajiks sharp on the cusp

The Human

Create: 05/21/2015 - 10:28

I thought I would pray to be a doctor
No, I changed my mind
I thought I would pray to be a lawyer
No, I changed my mind
I thought now I would pray to be an engineer
I felt confused and helpless
I thought again and again
About many professions, what I should be
A business person or a politician?
I couldn't decide any of that
All professions were easy to do
I thought what is the best to become
I thought years and years about
After that, I decided
To be a better human
A devoted human

Eyes Never Dry

Create: 05/21/2015 - 10:26

Her eyes were never dry
Since she was born she would always cry…
No matter what kind of lie I would tell
She would see right through me, a smile she didn't sell…
I don’t blame her when her lips fell…
She knew the world was aware of our pain…
She knew nobody cared about evils reign
She knew nobody cared about everybody that laid lifeless on the city streets…
She knew…
So I understand…
In her still so young heart
Knowledge of the world there was that no man had…

Sweet Peace, where dost thou dwell? I humbly crave,

Create: 05/21/2015 - 10:23

Let me once know.
I sought thee in a secret cave,
And ask'd, if Peace were there,
A hollow wind did seem to answer, No:
Go seek elsewhere.
I did; and going did a rainbow note:
Surely, thought I,
This is the lace of Peace's coat:
I will search out the matter.
But while I looked the clouds immediately
Did break and scatter.
Then went I to a garden and did spy
A gallant flower,
The crown-imperial: Sure, said I,
Peace at the root must dwell.
But when I digged, I saw a worm devour

River Roads of Peace

Create: 05/21/2015 - 10:14

Poetry like ploughshares have dug the dirt away
opening a road on blood stained hardened clay.
Earthened shells buried deep in different hollow holes.
Guests of war remain at peace.
Heal our their souls.
As we have forgiven those may they forgive us.
Our hatred is uprooted.
Peace lies in the dust.
Cornered not by chains or imprisioned by the guilt,
peace is like a river that washed away the blood we spilt.
Etched into forever our souls will someday be,
in the place God reserves for you my friend and me.

Path of Peace

Create: 05/21/2015 - 10:12

Peace is an easy path to tread
Peace is where our fears are mislaid
Peace is beginning to restore
Peace for each man, woman and child
Peace for the troubled streets gone wild
Peace is for the old and the young
Peace in the end will overcome
Peace builds trust into a lifestyle
Peace is a friendly open hand
Peace is a place to understand
Peace in the end will overcome
Peace is for the old and the young
Peace is a legacy to leave
Peace is when we don't have to grieve

The Brutal Game

Create: 05/20/2015 - 10:11

I’m sitting here now
Trying to put pen to paper
Trying to write something
That you can relate too
It’s hard to relate
To my personal circumstances
I’m out here in Afghanistan now
Taking my chances

Read what you read
And say what you say
You wont understand it
Until you’ve lived it day by day
Poverty-stricken people
With medieval ways
Will take you life without a thought
And now we’re all the same
Each playing our part in this brutal game
Alex Cockersl,