They Shoot Poets, Don’t They?
written by: David R Mellor
For the poet Abdullah Atefi killed by the Taliban, and those left in fear
He never thought he’d be killed
By words
That freely come to your mind
Took for granted
That his thoughts could run free,
Across the city
Climb up mountains
And settle on the land
Then one night…
He was dragged out of his bed
And shot in the head
Because the stench of death
Has run riot in the streets
The Taliban snuffing out
Anyone who thinks
The pen was with him
The notebook ready to explode
With his words
But like many to come
The soul will be snuffed out
And words will flood out
Like blood across the land
A stain…
The silence from your pen
Is also the same
Born 1964, (Liverpool, England) to a difficult birth, David didn't find his voice until his youth. Years of thinking he was nobody and treated as such. Including a period of homelessness in the desperate Thatcher Years. However, he hit the paper papering over the scars. Found understanding and belief through words. He has been published and performed widely from the BBC, The Tate, galleries and pubs and everything in between. His poems and stories are autobiographical, others topical and several his take on life.
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