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.
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