Afghanistans Sorrow and Resilience

A land fought over from antiquity, It's fertile plains and mountains steep, Coveted and plundered with iniquity, It's people slaughtered as helpless sheep. From Alexander, through Genghis Khan, Invading hordes without respite Killing all to the last man, Sowing misery and plight. They in turn spawned ruling lords, But the circle didn't cease, Yet more came with thrusting swords, No nobler reason than to fleece. Empires came then empires went, Their legacy imprinted on its people, A motley quilt of rich descent, Sullen faces altered by each sequel. So what now this time of gloom, As darkness spreads once more, Freedom quashed, for thought no room, Supplanted only by misery and war. And yet a shard of light may still exist, Despite their new Master’s crushing hand, If these hardy people can persist, They may well in time reclaim their land.