A Final Ride in Kabul

Photo Source: AP via ABC News Australia

 

A Final Ride in Kabul

For the families 

 

A vehicle should be meant for all

Who would have thought

They would fall

Into treacherous hands?

Now

Their lands

Are

Again

stained with blood

And scarred

In debris.

When will they, will we?

See

Another way

A better way

Free

From violence and

Ruinous hate.

When will it abate?

That peace may reign

And vehicles will be

Not weapons

But

For all

To travel free

Again.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 3 March 2018

 

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In #Istanbul

In Istanbul

April 2016 – Some friends and I spent some days in Istanbul Turkey as tourists cum pilgrims.  We loved it.  In recent days the sadness that has descended is crushing.  The good and hospitable people of Istanbul could well do with our encouragement.

 

In Istanbul

 

We travelled in,

We trod the streets,

We slopped the beer,

And ate the treats.

In the Bazaar Grand,

Some tried their hand,

At a haggle or two,

For a rug or a shoe.

And we loved our days,

On the ‘Gold Horn’ way.

They took us in.

Made us at home,

And it made us grin,

To see spruikers roam.

 

But the terminal we travelled,

Has now been unravelled,

Leaving crumble and rubble,

From the hateful trouble.

And streets we walked in peace,

Amidst crowds and police,

Now could appear,

To become pathways of fear.

But people! O people! Of Istanbul,

Do not lose heart when others kill,

Those you looked after

From far across sea,

Call out to you from a land roaming free.

You hosted us,

And we toasted you,

Do not let hatred or fuss,

Your spirit subdue.

Your history is splendid,

Your hospitality is fine,

When the hatred subsides,

You’ll return to your prime.

 

 

Simon C.J. Falk 30 June 2016