A Kabul Picture Poem

This is Kabul.

And her childrenengulfing them slow

crawling up from below

this motherful city

hiding what's smotherful colorful

within silent grey mystery.

The unemployed beside the destroyed

not sure who is who
between buildings or boys
looking upwards to something

that destroyed joy down the road.

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It aint easy being green

playing the scene

making up dreams

sometimes wishing we were back

in Mombassa...