Why Afghan surge is no sure thing
That we must penetrate at all the mad, sloping Hindu Kush,
Forgo what remains scattered all around; let pass
That within her jagging and spiraling pose;
There’s nothing left there that war cannot expose.
Obama seeks advice on Afghanistan
When words mean everything and nothing,
When advice is given through both sides of the mouth,
Our thick tongue upon the sky should be, “Get out”.
Afghan Taliban say they pose no threat to the West
This we know to be true, despite the ogre’s screeching spin.
And for this inane vortex we’ll die if we must
And win at all costs, despite the warnings of history.
Obama Meeting Advisers Amid Debate on Afghan Policy
The voices must be soothing. They must adhere to authority.
They must not be treasonous. “The Art of War” shall be drawn.
(The field manual for warring, 476-221 AD)
We’ve discovered it’s easier to teach war than craft peace.
Eighth Anniversary of the Afghanistan War
Troops still brave the sand and terrain,
Citizens still crushed in furious denial;
Eight years and the eyes still observe us.
Make a wish and detonate the candles.
© 2009 mrp/thepoetryman
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