The Waste Land of Empires.

The Waste Land of Empires.

Bombed back to the Stone Age

 August is the cruelest month, breeding 

Locusts out of devastated harvests.

While in the high altitudes

Poppies flourish.

Opium grows, and is processed 

into heroin, then,

Smuggled out by Empire to hook its own citizens on

Oxycontin.

The scarred earth is forgetful, full of roots that clutch,
No branches grow where waters no longer flow

 Out of this stony rubbish we're fed a heap of broken images,

where the sun beats and the dead trees give no shelter, 

no relief, as from dry stone there's no sound of water. Only,

There is a shadow darkening this land's red clay

One further darkened, now two Empires have gone their way.

Something different has descended on this land

A scape of dust and rock, a graveyard

Where Enduring Freedom lies buried;

Imperial Dreams ground into dust, dollar flight

Leaves nary a crust to people starving, as Covid 

Spreads, as deadly as the Taliban, 

Foreshadowing a future everyone dreads.

Under the brown fog of a summer's dawn

A mob crowds a tarmac, as raging 

As a river in spate;

Desperate to get to any United State.

Sighs, cries, sobs of desperation. While the world 

Watched the country's disintegration 

Each man fixed his eyes down at his feet

Their women now robed in the rags of defeat

Hair that once shone in chestnut luster

Hidden under portable tents as females cluster

Together for what must be one last time

before being unescorted becomes a crime.

Wahhabis came but never really went

Mujahedeen funneled in through Pakistan

ISI CIA NSA Saudi SS

Caspian Basin and a pipeline for oil

Taliban was what they became 

The Russians were going the Russians are Gone

Surface to air missiles brought down Soviet choppers

Godless communism crushed by zealots with Stingers

Who remain to weed out its Capitalist prelates' dead ringers

The Northern Alliance's shadow was growing.

I remember in the nineties, having brought down 

The Soviet Empire, Congress wrangled 

over funds for Afghans' education; money being the issue;

But having served their purpose,

We tossed them aside, much like used tissue.

The corpses we planted in the Afghan soil

The dogs of war with nails of steel

Dug up again and brought to power

A regime that brought down The Two Towers.

"Poppy's seed will make them sleep",

Osama told them, holed up in Helms Deep.

The return of the King, he was "the Decider"

He invited the Taliban over for tea 

and then upon them bequeathed

 45 million to fund their strategy.

Of creating a Fellowship of the warRing to strike at Murdor.

Using its own jets filled with passengers 

As revenge for the Holy Land defiled

By Poppy's bases in Saud-on's land.

They needed oil, in desert sands it lay buried

They made Saud Royal, and across the seas ferried

The War's spoils, to none more than Halliburton.

House of Saud/House of Bush/Osama bin Laden

A Republic, a Kingdom, a land that's forgotten

All together boarded an ark of instability

To get their hands on what was for them cheap energy

Whose deep intrigue drew them together in a circle, 

but in a ruse so obvious, it could be worked out by Urkel.

They lifted it from a well-known shire, 

Then implemented it with their guns for hire

In order to control everything with Murder,

they forged in Hell's fire,

One Ring to rule them all, 

One Ring to find them,

 One Ring to bring them all

And in the darkness 

bind them. 

The Ring of Fire.

Enduring Freedom