land of dust

The Land of Dust

All the hills and mountains are ochre so are people too

which mad them blend in with the landscape when

they on uneven days stand in for a Taliban who could not

make it that day. The teacher cannot appear today, but another

teacher will take his plays and teach you how to handle

a machine gun and throw a grenade. Girls have to go outside

and play mothers. The old teacher will not come back

he was shot in Kabul, a hero, a suicide bomber his left leg

flew in the air and landed on the roof of the school house

and the crows came. The bullies rule the world, how to get rid

of them is a mystery.

The attempt to make them nice has failed miserably.

There is no more money to be made here so I´m

going home and write a book about Afghanistan and showing

the world what a stupid berk I´m not that anyone will

notice the audience knows nothing but wait for you

to say something about

our brave soldiers- they were just doing a job- And those

who know the truth is too cynical to care.

countries that end in “stan” deserve the leaders they get.

And the hills and mountains will continue to be khaki coloured

with green spot of plants here and there.