Quill & Parchment: A Mosque in Kabul

A Mosque in Kabul
John Polelle

Mobs march through cities
and we view the televised flames.
Governments fall to facebook
and you sing to me,
songs of a tender tone.
A mosque in kabul is bombed
and you offer me a garden rose.

The blossoms fragrance
reminiscent of that lost paradise .
Your lyrics, however, are of this one.
A crazed man shoots and shoots
and a dozen strangers die.
You offer me a garden rose
and a mosque in kabul is bombed.

I try to follow threads
of that golden fleece.
Why here, now, at this point?
Why your touch and not that of a bullet?
Then I succumb to your embrace
and a mosque in kabul is bombed.

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