The Withering Warrior

D irections of our lives seem futile and our hearts obstructed. E very person, every woman, every child, every M an has lost the freedom that was promised - now corrupted, O bliterated by those whose rigid rules destroy our memories C asting our will, our dreams, our freedom aside R elinquishing our growth as a nation to thrive freely. A fghanistan you lay like the wounded warrior that lied C alling out “I can no longer fight, I must hide” for me to be. Y ears have come and gone too long, as our history is no longer the prize. G lory to god to protect our children as they live with tyrants, O ligarchs and kings that take food from their mouths. N othing under our sun will shine in this moment of violence E xcept silver bullets shot with hate to scare our souls to bow Sept. 2, 2021 Message in an Acrostic 2 Poetry Contest Afghanistan Poetry Contest Sponsored by Kai Michael Neumann sponsored by Kim Rodriguez