Charlie The Attila Poem by Sadiqullah Khan

Charlie The Attila



Universal derision for your voice,
Be heard and like a Superamatist cube
Of boxed audience, who have acquired
The unique rhythm of dancing
On the bullets fired from guns,
Archaic with improvisations and technics.

Charlie the Attila rides the horse,
A Tamerlane, a Chengis?

Holocaust, barreled dollar,
Genocide and religion.

Ignorance and war,
Aftermaths and destructions beyond repair.

I had read somewhere,
About the war crimes tribunal
Under the auspices of UN,
Red Cross were providing truckloads of weapons,
Red Crescent was fomenting anger,
They were fighting a holy war
Their women and children begging and getting,
Universal derision, by and large,
Till today, for all days and every tomorrow to come.

Sadiqullah Khan
Gilgit
August 12,2015.

Saturday, September 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love and art
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
‘Flamboyant playboy Texan Congressman, Charlie Wilson, who died earlier today was perhaps the last of gentlemen-adventurers. Like to many an adventurer before him, the challenge came in the form of a beautiful woman: thrice-married socialite and philanthropist Joanne Herring who, after the Soviet invasion of Afghanistan in 1979, smuggled herself into that country to film the invasion. Charlie Wilson, who she was dating at the time, was an influential member of the defence appropriations committee. The duo, along with some CIA help, launched a scheme to back the anti-Soviet militia, the mujahideen.’ Charlie Wilson in Afghanistan @ iconicphotos
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