They were never
To recreate the satisfying <<Thwack!>>
Of the cricket or baseball on the ash, bamboo or willow bat
The heads of prisoners (née farmers, tinkers and bread makers)
Against the cold concrete walls Down in Bagram’s gaol.
Written for https://dversepoets.com/ https://dversepoets.com/ This poem is what I term ‘Protest Poetry,’ and here concerns the happenings I know about in Bagram.