Story of Afghanistan

Story of Afghanistan The barren land of my birthplace Green at times but screening a rocky face Known for thousands of years for its warrior race Let me tell you the truth, No one really wanted this “space”. Up until two lions began prying around Initially, just fooling around Afterwards, casting off their cannon sound Resembling the 6th night of an infant’s fête Building their castles, and so began the burial grounds. The lions pledged to crush the other With a master plan Dividing the blood brothers Such was the instruction of the queen mother As the clans clashed and killed one another. The chiefs were swallowed by the promise of gold The mullahs were swapped for the hollow soul The seniors by the fire recounted and foretold The purpose for the lion’s vehemence This story definitely in time will unfold. The old grew timeworn Waiting for their young ones to return home The teenagers free born Screamed out of their mosques’ domes Come and join us in this struggle Faced with the crusaders of the Church of Rome, But little did they know, No one will return but the maimed men to a funeral home. The sturdier lion won the combat But what has become of my Afghanistan The wolf in a sheep’s disguise Has spoiled my jade paradise My heart denies it but I may have bombed my youthful chums, This is now a global land-dwelling for bums and slums! The lion wishes to be unveiled this time So he promises to take the last dime After all it pays to cooperate in war crimes! He roars in a deafening cry I bring Democracy to this land With loads of cash in one hand A whip in the back hand--forgetting the long years of perfidy I now declare and demand This is the new Promised Land. A woman of this realm is exposed with a promise She is liberated by democracy Famous on national publications like the story of Pocahontas She’s affirmed independent and agreed to arise out of the darkness As the saga is read to the United States Congress She exhales And anticipates the lion’s hunger Waiting for the day when she will be veiled, unveiled, and then veiled again Not by ordinary men But by inscription of law. Thank you for sealing the decree!