Afghanistan, Mother of Sorrow

Afghanistan, Mother of Sorrow Your children are sobbing in vain The smirk of the devil is growing The path of your peace is insane What kind of a true God would do this Would ask us to hate and to kill When hunger is pressing around us And love is our strength to fulfill Your sons and your daughters are weeping For cowards who can’t understand That virtue is born of true kindness When peace is restored to your land The ghost of Anne Frank must be watching For families are living in fear And fathers are hiding their daughters For all that is sacred and dear.