Echoes of Afghanistan

Echoes of Afghanistan in arming primitive minds
The enemies of our enemy does not mean a friend’s defined
Supporting violent prophets in their visions of the past
Any freedom bought through terrors tools is never bound to last

A sentence for the people though the leaders in the dock
The palace never suffers whilst the stores run out of stock
The Eagle rends the children for the fathers heavy hand
Death’s the only freedom that they’ve given to this land

Leaders call the duel but it’s the people counting paces
Starving in the shadows whilst there’s feasting in high places
What was worse, a tyrants grip, or this now descending hell ?
When wolves are given pastures as the Eagles clientele 

This poem was written for the people of Syria, the latest to feel the pain of the wests "Liberation" interventions, including sanctions that see shortages of food and heating oil, and arming Islamic fundamentalists, to overthrow the Assad regime