Afghanistan, I feel your cry
you’re every orphaned child
you’re every woman with a veil as her own sky
you’re every unbearded man flat on the ground
you are trembling with a godless fist within your mouth
your will has been erased
a huge burqa covers both the earth and firmament
too many times you died
an awful death
you were flourished once with peace
and education thrived
understanding reigned
liberty was not merely a word
and you’ve known love
but now
you’re bereft of it all
and I wonder which god knows and cares of all these earthly struggles of yours
