The Next Time Peace Broke Out

By Ewan
Thu, 06 May 2010
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We drew back an Iron Curtain,
and a blood-stained wall fell down.
The icy-cold had melted
and a barrel-hot peace broke out.
The Balkans' bloody brothers
sowed fallow fields with bones,
and Hutu led the Tutsi
in a mad-machete dance.
Boys spilled blood on diamonds
on the low-road to Freetown,
someone finally told Sid,
as Iraq became Tumbledown.
Now we play Afghan hide and seek
- like Churchill and the Pathan.
If only Gary had got his photos
and the high-bird had limped home,
Nikita would have backed down
and the dominoes stayed up, alone.
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interesting poem, very
Permalink Submitted by maggyvaneijk on
interesting poem, very cleverly written. I specifically like: "Now we play Afghan hide and seek"
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