Swatting Flies In Pakistan 2 (edit)

Swatting Flies In Pakistan

We used to be
the Switzerland of Pakistan
many orchards
much fruit
much minding.

In my mind I see
the mulberry trees,
see much fruit, the
plum of the valley
minding apricots, damson
cracking walnuts like jewels
minding a fig leaf
a grape, the jujube
minding these and the olive tree
in my dreams of Swat Valley

We thought
like fruit flies
insurgents could be thwarted
could be swatted

In exile, an
Obama for peace
seemed hopeful,
one making pieces of harm
come together in compromise

Oh the strutting about,
the grazing on tables where
all the world’s a
Joe Biden stage, confused
the size of Delaware
the size of Swat
valley of rotting fruit.

Stand up for Swat Valley
the Switzerland of Pakistan

The Taliban
have kidnapped
my Father, and

from New York in refuge
I work to earn a ransom; the
flowers of my Swati meadows
are in my mind, my eye

Oh Pakistan,
for every truce I die,
while Richard C. Holbrooke
fiddles with Sharia at the door.
—- Snerd Lee Limbaugh