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Afghanistan '79

by Chris Sorrenti

They have opened the maps again
The ones that shook our hands

Across the ocean
We see them swarm
Leading more innocents to the slaughter
Obsessed with their own insecurity
Safety in numbers
“Quantity has a quality all its own”
As once quipped comrade Stalin

We and our God
Watch them as they build
Their machines of Communism
Plotting our destruction
A nation at a time
When the enemy they should fear the most
Is the one that comes from within

They have crossed the line again
The ones that shook our hands
The ones we thought were our friends

© 1979
Inputted and revised © 2016

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Author's Note: First of the Cold War poems. The series continues in Enter Every System with: 1984, Nyet Nyet Soviet, and Welcome To Granada.

Posted on 05/11/2016
Copyright © 2021 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 05/12/16 at 09:22 PM

Yes! It was horrifying thinking back as we watched the Soviets building their road north to south through Afghanistan, hind sight clearly indicating their intentions. I had been gone almost a decade when this happened but the Soviets were patient and thought they would have their way with the Afghans, as many before had mistakenly thought. Thanks for this, Chris.

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