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.
Copyright © Janine Lever | Year Posted 2021
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