Kabul Along The Way


War has turned into a trade

Heads have been sold

as if they weigh like cotton


and at the scale sit such judges

who taste the blood, then decide the price


O flag-bearers of the world

you have pained us a lot in the name of security

You cry of peace and security

and you dispatch guns and ammunition

O graveyard of skulls and oppression


Rip this earth open and come out


They taunt me with your blood

and you lie intoxicated with thoughts of virgins…


Poetry by Matiullah Turab:



Photos courtesy of

The Reality of Life In Afghanistan:




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