The Lion of Panshir
United different ethnic groups
Uzbeks and Turkmen
People from Kandhar, Paktiyah, and Jalalabad
Under the Northern Alliance

He went to try to negotiate with the Taliban
He said they were "In a different world"

The Taliban are not Muslims
They are murderers and thugs
They do not serve Allah

The Lion of Panshir and the Mujahideen
Defended his native homeland from the Taliban

The Taliban could not enter the Panshir Valley
10,000 Taliban were slayed
By the Mighty Lion of Panshir and his forces

The mighty lion went to try to negotiate with the Taliban
He said they were "In a different world"
Death to the Taliban

May God continue to bless the ancestors of the mighty lion of Panshir
And the people of the Panshir Valley
The true followers of Allah
The Most High God

100,000 people gathered
For the funeral of Ahmed Massoud
Great leader, Loving father, Proud warrior
They built a musem in his honor

Your spirit lives on Ahmed Massoud
Allahu Akbar!
God is greatest
And you were one of His greatest servants

An ethnic Tajik
A Sunni Muslim from the valley of Panshir

He stood and fought when danger was near
He fought proudly with his Muslim brothers
For the way of life they held so dear

Soviet attack helicopters
Tanks too

They attacked in vain
Ahmad has a heart so true

He was going to warn the West
Of the 9/11 attacks

Osama put a price on his head
I wish the Lion would come back

Death to communism
Afghanistan is the true Muslim's land
The Taliban are evil
And belong buried in the sand

Ahmad Massoud's spirit can never die
To Allah
His spirit will fly!

I don't want to go
To any job

I don't need any more
Friends

I want to go Afghanistan
And **** the Taliban

I just can't get anything
The woman
Or the money

And I've been sentenced
To a life
On this planet

And people can
Just *******!

Now I'm in Afghanistan
With a heart full of hate

I have hate for the Taliban!
The Afghan people
Just want to make a living
And survive

And the Taliban goes around
Killing everyone
That's really ****** up

Well I'm a rogue ******
Left alone like I always was

But now I'm alone in
The war zone
I've got my fifty caliber

And I put the scope
On that Taliban leader

Boom!
A shot rings out
Across the land

I'm the judge now
You *******!
Blew his ******* brains out

All Taliban
Will die

I'm sending dozens
Of Taliban leaders
Floating down the river

That won't go to see Allah
But they'll burn in hell
Let them burn!
No respect for human life
Murderers
Killing children and women!

I'm here to wipe them off
The face of the earth

And If I get in real close
And fight one without
Any weapons
Just strangle him
To death

Death to the Taliban!

Long live Ahmed Massoud!
Long live the men
From the Panshir valley
Who fought with Massoud!

I'm content to **** with a rifle
But even happier
When I get my hands
On one of those scumbags

Strangle him to death
Die!!!
I'll choke the life out of
That *******
Taliban

All Taliban must die!
This is for the children
For the women you murdered

I manned a 50 caliber
Machine gun
They were all in there camp

Like a ******* Rambo movie
I blew everyone's brains out
Dieeeeeeee!!!!!!
Death to the Taliban

Shrieks and screams
Arms and legs flying everywhere

This is judgement!
You deserve to die
You child murderers

Those who do not respect life
Will die!
Death to the Taliban

With eyes of black obsidian
And eagle's beak of nose
Black turban of the Taliban
Worn everywhere he goes,
Warrior of God's mountainside
Mujaheddin, known by name,
Pashto is his verbal tongue
And Allah's quest, his fame.

Razored knife in braided belt
Long"Jezail"musket points to sky,
A gimlet glint to garnet gaze
One thoughtless move , you die.
Gliding fast from rock to rock
Gazelle like in his easy grace,
Silent as an adder's strike
Assassin black with turbaned face.

For centuries invaders came
To vanquish this stark land,
Persians,Romans, Russians
And British redcoats tried their hand.
And recently the Yankees
Came with automated war,
To find themselves engulfed
And fleeing for the exit door.

Inexorable Afghanistan
Has bleached their bones as one
Vendetta for the insult
While there's air to breath and gun.
Like Shah Massoud, the warlords
Descend from mountain cave
To slaughter all who venture
Be they terrified or brave.

Tribally disconnected
From Islamabad to Kabul,
Tajik versus Pashtun
Versus Koranic Islam's rule.
No prisoners are taken,
The women always use their knives
And ravines echo shockingly
As tortured slowly lose their lives.

But the sunsets are glorious
Valley mists by morning rise
And row by row of fractured peaks
Rise in grandeur to blue skies.
And the children croon to goat herds
As they graze high meadow's green
And above the taloned goshawk glides
Ever watchful and unseen.

Hulks of Russian gun ships
Litter valleys and the plain
And the ghosts of many nations
Walk these dusty roads of shame.
For the legacy of the Afghans
Is a ****** litany of war
And the road to their tomorrow
Is paved with promises of more.

Marshalg
Wanganui
30 December 2009.
www.worthyofpublishing.com
www.hellopoetry.com

I was driving to work,
Listening to the morning news.

Not much happening, that Monday.
September 10th, 2001.

But then it was reported
That over in Afghanistan
A man had been assassinated.

Ahmad Shah Massoud
A resistance leader
Fighting the Taliban.

I didn't know who he was.
I didn't know why he'd been killed.
I didn't know what it meant.

But

Around the world
Some people
Important people
Were getting very worried indeed.

And then
The following day

Nineteen men
Took their seats.