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CHILD OF DIRT
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AMBASSADOR FOR PEACE/AFZAL SHAUQ I think perhaps...
You catch the throat
at the time of birth
of your beloved son
Than in his early youth
let him die in battle.
Deceived by false dignity
his cousin now his killer...
Left this bloody funeral,
I carry upon shoulders
my son to his grave.
What think you..?
Which will be the greater pain..?
Either way as things stand
your beloved son still becomes
a child of thr dirt...
AFZAL SHAUQ
I enjoyed reading this piece, it makes a person think about a lot of things, especially what do we get out our struggle, is the outcome worth it. Eventually we do all return to the dirt, so I guess what is left to our posterity is the key. What will have come from the battle; war, life, love, success, even attempts at it. War itself gives us a lot of things that we can’t see when in the midst of it; even making friends from across the wire, we reach our limits of trying to help others, learn new ways of communicating, develop new ways of saving peoples lives and even walk away with having won many to our side who at one time didn’t think that it was possible to see eye to eye. A safer world, better economy, new world leaders. As I said, this piece makes you truly think about a lot of things. Thanks; I really enjoyed having to think about what do we truly get from the battle.