Post by Laura on May 22, 2006 12:36:29 GMT -6
a/n: In Kandahar, Afghanistan several casualties were killed during a battle between a US aircraft and some people they call "rebels". The madness will never end but I'll never come to accept it. Unfortunately, the ending lacks ... still trying to get it right.
Taliban Casualties
a sky is turning red
a sky that can't possibly share
the same universe as mine
with the blood shed
there are tears falling
but no rain.
the ground is getting smaller
more bodies for it to fill
a life taken without being given
in the first place.
there are hospitals for miles
walls scribbled with passages
from dying hands
with each finger breaking
they seem to write a little more
than the last
sooner than later
a hospital will die
it can only take so much life
dying at the same time.
a sky is ashing
a sky much different than mine
with lifts and folds
too many angels passing through
it isn't much consolation
for hungry hands
it isn't much
but anything will do.
a sky is breaking
a sky is dying
falling apart from too much smoke
no smile for miles
a sky we share
but so much different from my own.
Taliban Casualties
a sky is turning red
a sky that can't possibly share
the same universe as mine
with the blood shed
there are tears falling
but no rain.
the ground is getting smaller
more bodies for it to fill
a life taken without being given
in the first place.
there are hospitals for miles
walls scribbled with passages
from dying hands
with each finger breaking
they seem to write a little more
than the last
sooner than later
a hospital will die
it can only take so much life
dying at the same time.
a sky is ashing
a sky much different than mine
with lifts and folds
too many angels passing through
it isn't much consolation
for hungry hands
it isn't much
but anything will do.
a sky is breaking
a sky is dying
falling apart from too much smoke
no smile for miles
a sky we share
but so much different from my own.
