Try Talking

TRY TALKING

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Second February 2002 I saw you.

A young girl no more than twelve I'd say

happily dancing in snow.

The first snow of Winter they said.

I wanted to reach out and join in your happiness

but couldn't.

You were after all thousands of miles away

in the land of Mohammed.

Afghanistan.

Graveyard of empires.

And yet there you were in my sitting room via the television.

For weeks I had been watching the news

the unrelenting bombing of Tora Bora.

Operation Enduring Freedom

they called it.

I watched in awe at this beautiful scene

of a young girl dancing in snow.

A brilliant white the sign of peace

falling from High Heaven.

What a contrast from B52's belching out their cargo of death

in the sure knowledge that their enemies can not reach them.

They say love can move mountains.

I say bombs will only distort them

and strengthen the peoples resolve.

History can and does repeat itself.

Might is not always right.

Try talking!.

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Michael " The Sheriff " Sheils.