Wednesday, December 30, 2009

An Ode to the Bamiyan Buddhas & the Silk Route

A long corridor traversing many lands,

Landscapes rugged and seas of sand,

Races fierce and water scarce,

Many tounges spoken, and cloths weft

The breads changed like the shifting sands

The goods passed thru many hands

carried on the ships of the desert

Spreading their spicy aroma afloat

the buyers await at the Mediterranean shores

they tailor the fine silks and sell them to swanky stores

the corridor got lost in the sands of time

embedded in grenades and land mines

they ruined tall statues centuries old

the history must again be told

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