On The Road To Kandahar
It was on the road to Kandahar
That the bomb was taped to me
I was left bereft of arms and legs
No elbows and no knees.
‘Ah, God is great’ they said to me
When I was lying in my bed
‘And just think of all those virgins
That you will take unto your bed’.
Now I cannot walk nor hardly talk
My tongue it is ripped out
My body now is crippled
Yet, it’s the Koran that they still spout.
They do not know of anguish
They do not know of pain
They do not know Mohammed
They are playing cruel games.
If I could see, if I could be
Just what I was before
Then I’d still give myself to God
But to end not start a war.
poem by David Keig
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