On the treacherous road to Kandahar, <br />My heart bleeds for Afghanistan, <br />Though in its natural beauty, <br />It is a garden of death, <br />Where landmines laid awaits the unsuspecting, <br />Bringing death and suffering. <br /> <br />This land of history has never slept peacefully, <br />Where great armies had marched, shedding blood and misery, <br />Where conqueror became the conquered. <br />Lo, these drama of suffering never seems to end, <br />Where a child born in those times of difficulty, <br />is now a grown up man, <br />and the land is still bleeding, <br />as if the curse never want to leave, <br />sowing permanent torment and suffering. <br /> <br />As I travel the difficult road to Kandahar, <br />See me rocky desert and majestic mountains, <br />And rows and rows of silent graves, their old and new flags fluttered in the cool wind, <br />Empty villages, destroyed with no living souls, <br />Burned vehicles and broken bridges…bombed from the sky, <br />Guns and unsmiling faces…dirt covered children, <br />poorest of the poor, <br />In my journey to Kandahar, <br />I became witness to the cruelty of mankind at its fullest. <br /> <br /> (In memory of MERCY Malaysia effort,2001) .<br /><br />spiritual seeker<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-road-to-kandahar/
