I was seventeen, once

and now, this year

we will mark seventeen years

since we all succumbed to fear

letting our imaginations be manipulated

and we began to think we were hated

by peasants we’d never met

in places we’d never heard of

and so, we bought bumper stickers

and t-shirts that said

‘never forget’

but we’re not elephants

so we have forgotten

that we’re at war

haven’t we?

we think not of the casualties,

of the generation lost to war

as their parents had been lost before

when the Soviets played Genghis Khan

but the battle wounds still lingered on

as the Taliban added to the trauma

then, in 2001

we set out for

the boogeyman

and now, seventeen years later

Afghanistan is the war

that we will never lose

because we will never leave.


About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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