Afghanistan

I stood in a sewer in Afghanistan The stench mingled with the stench of fear And others around me had my face The one stained and wet with the tears-trace I stood in a sewer in Afghanistan The stench mingled with the stench of fear And the sun beat down on our days and dreams The ones of the future hope now not what it seems. I stood in a sewer in Afghanistan The stench mingled with the stench of fear And others around me had my pain The one that stripped us of grief and gain The one of the thief that stole our soul The one that tore from the deep red sore I stood in a sewer in Afghanistan My Afghanistan no more.