Men raise flags and she whispers to the wind 
Her campaign of lies has Caesar marching out with his forces 
And Empires fall like leaves unwatered

In deep remnants, she escapes his imperialism for independence
Even Alexander couldn’t conquer a heart so Helmand
Provinces untouched, a promise never to be undone..




“There’s enough blood to paint the White House in a hundred coats of red”

From the Coca leaves of Bolivia
From the Opium fields of Afghanistan
To the Bathrooms of Investment bankers 
To the Back Stage of Gangster Rappers 
I used to read a lot on the Afghan-Russian war of the 80’s and the casualties that occurred from the reign of the steel hammer. People were forced from their homes and had to take shelter in remote mountains providing cover from the juggernaut engines of war. Mothers were separated from their children, husbands from wives and brothers from sisters, some of whom they would never see again. 
Among the onslaught, there is little covered on the acts of violence performed on women during the war. The Russian government turned a blind eye to the rape and murder while soldiers acted in animosity with disregard to morality and civil duties. 
This picture caught my eye (no pun), and of the many that i’d seen in articles and journals, this stands out the most to me..
She had fled her village with her brother and her grandmother, leaving her parents behind in the chaos. Their flee through the mountain passes exposed them to extreme arctic conditions while evading Russian Mil-Mi 24 helicopters. Her eyes became somewhat discoloured and took a beautifully enigmatic form.
I still cant word what her eyes reveal; because a couple of sentences would be too shallow to try to interpret the deep emotions that grip anyone who sees this.
Her name is Sharbat Gula, which means flower sherbet in pashto.