Afghanistan '79 by Chris Sorrenti
They
They have opened the maps again
They
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
They have crossed the line again
They
The ones that shook our hands
They
The ones we thought were our friends
© 1979
Inputted and revised © 2016
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05/11/2016 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 © 2024 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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