Afghanistan’s Wreath

Pontificating blaggards,

blanketing women and

blocking their tear filled

pleas, and bludgeoning

plunging humble hopes. 

Praising their own bravery

building a uniformity so 

bleakly fragile lives under

policing of sexuality, face

punishment lash and death. 

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Politicising injustice runs through the land,

Like the curling freezing fog of late Autumn, 

Killing the chilling life growing so charmingly,

and starving them out in the wraths of winter.  

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People in billions watched

beastly cruel celebrations,

binding calibrations of the

Purposeful intent of men

Proposing evil over mercy.

——

Publicity changed nothing,

blagging behind their masks,

bending backwards for Lapis,

pushing to make pathways,

peddling lives for gems.

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margins are a great place sometimes because it is where change happens fastest but it is also a horrible place when we are stuck in them and grace is the moment when we can see that someone cares.

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