A Final Ride in Kabul

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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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Not Ready. Help Us To Be Steady

Not Ready. Help us to be Steady

 

Not ready

Was the pensioner

Scanning over her bills

With thin-skinned trembling hands

Why the cost of her pills

Was enough, without

Other costs coming in

The burden was wearing thin

And increasing her doubt

That her bones would make

Many more years

Just to add to recurrent fears.

 

Not ready was the cyclist

For her bike to take a fall

The pain squinted through her eyes

As a motorist stops and tries

To offer solace in the pain

Oh, what do we gain?

As we rush by

Could we not stop and try

To lend a little hand

But we are part of a band

Of busy-rushing-types

There’s no time to stop for likes

Of those fallen off of bikes.

 

Not ready was the poet

For days of superficial din

Of going out and in

And out

To meetings of all kind

A sort of treadmill wind

Up to irksome things

Oh, what about the pings

Of the crying soul beneath

Longing to unsheathe

The deeper side of days

Instead of the blustering craze

Of daily business strife

Give us back our life!

 

We’re not ready

 

Help us to steady

 

Ourselves

 

Today

 

There

 

Is

 

A

 

D

E

E

P

E

R

 

Way.

 

Simon C.J. Falk 24 January 2018

 

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