They are the bamiyan Buddhas,
Bamiyan Buddhas,
You fire, fire not on them,
They are the Buddhas, the Buddhas of peace,
Peace, Peace Divine,
Peace, Cosmic and Psychic,
O Talibans,
They are not the objects of vengeance,
Religious fundamentalism!
Shelling them, you will not,
Will not get anything else
Rather calling disasters for you yourselves
And lo, you fleeing,
Cluster bombs falling you
And you running for cover,
o Talibans,
Turbaned and rough and tough
And you rugged fellows!
They are the Buddhas, the Buddhas
Of peace,
Peace Cosmic and Peace Psychic,
The things of art,
Rock-cut Buddhas, cliff-hewn Buddhas,
The antique statues pre-dating you all,
o foolish Talibans!
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