you tip toe through my littered stream of conscienceness
escaping land mines long now lain
from the affluent negatives that reigned
arrogant medievalism questionably ordained
in the disasterous circumstances of ancients before
in an obscure sense
these wounded words of injustice
are Afganistan herself
scared and abused
within their own borders
aided by too much confusion and all her
out side influences
so much bitter conflict
rampent power struggles
sandwiched between
the poverty of hope and her caprecious tide
dealing in ineffectual politics of the region
such bloodletting of humanity has torn away
every last remaining layer of a healthy outlook
on the world that such a starved country can claim
bereft for so long of any real possibility of a future
and left in its place
violent chaos
and oppressive rule
that the lowest of slaves from centuries long past
would not consent to bow under
for any promise of freedom or price
a clotted artery on the heart of man's dignity
a moral dilemma being hammered out
by the newly freed hands of The Living Oppressed
shattered no more
as they leave behind the blood of yesterday
to right the hopeful wrongs of all her peoples
in a living breathing document of peace
A Genuine Constitution
Melissa
(writ Jan 6,2004 5am )