Once again I read News about Afghanistan.
A two-year-old small body, dead in a frayed blanket
when temperature drop below zero in dessert,
“Leyla, where did you go? Leyla, come Leyla…..”
War of homeless orphans, were asked,
“Did you see your parents killed?”
“Have you found their bodies?”
After the Sept 11, these have never stopped.
the pictures taken by reporters,
Innocent eyes spoke of hungers and homeless,
They need cares, much more than our country people do.
We have not known strife and famine as they have.
An old lady told the interviewer,
Barefoot,
Coldness,
Frightened,
Home, a jerry can of water, stale bread, a fire to keep warm, and a hole in the ground.
Hunger, bring out half-eaten bread returned to their camp for their family.
Childhood, pick up spent bullet shells and blow to make whistling sounds.
If I were to be a news producer or a reporter,
I would have cried a thousand time for their sake of been Afghans.
They are innocent, the world knew it.
No smile was found on their faces, none cry,
No childhood, no even a proper house..
“It’s cold, we’re dying one by one,
no food, no shelter,
as if God and the world have forgotten us,”
They need a compatible leader,
Who can make Afghanistan a good place to live in again.
Someone who have the greatest sound
to solve the world’s great tragedies.
A two-year-old small body, dead in a frayed blanket
when temperature drop below zero in dessert,
“Leyla, where did you go? Leyla, come Leyla…..”
War of homeless orphans, were asked,
“Did you see your parents killed?”
“Have you found their bodies?”
After the Sept 11, these have never stopped.
the pictures taken by reporters,
Innocent eyes spoke of hungers and homeless,
They need cares, much more than our country people do.
We have not known strife and famine as they have.
An old lady told the interviewer,
Barefoot,
Coldness,
Frightened,
Home, a jerry can of water, stale bread, a fire to keep warm, and a hole in the ground.
Hunger, bring out half-eaten bread returned to their camp for their family.
Childhood, pick up spent bullet shells and blow to make whistling sounds.
If I were to be a news producer or a reporter,
I would have cried a thousand time for their sake of been Afghans.
They are innocent, the world knew it.
No smile was found on their faces, none cry,
No childhood, no even a proper house..
“It’s cold, we’re dying one by one,
no food, no shelter,
as if God and the world have forgotten us,”
They need a compatible leader,
Who can make Afghanistan a good place to live in again.
Someone who have the greatest sound
to solve the world’s great tragedies.
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