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DIALOGUE WITH A LITTLE AFGHAN GIRL
I met the little Afghan girl again,
The girl who sells burgers and tea,
Saddened and pale she appeared,
High on the hilltop of Murree.
Why are they out to attack us, she asked,
Why do the Americans blame only us,
We, who have been driven from our homes,
What more does the world want from us?
I looked around the hills around,
I stared at the valleys down below,
This little refugee in her helpless way,
Was seeking answers from all those around.
Tell me sir, the child questioned,
By attacking us, will justice be done?
Is this the way that God's law works,
Are the mighty created to oppress some?
The Twin Towers that came crashing down,
The little girl knew nothing of them,
She only knew she had burgers and tea,
How can her likes cause terror, mayhem?
enjoy your poetry very much. I am an American, and I do not
blame her. My GOD says, unless you become as a little child,
you will not enter the kingdom. Doesn't appear to me there
will be too many entering there. Good luck.
Heather
You are right some people just don't know how to make a distinction between revenge and justice that they become so oblivious in their aim to accomplish at getting back or getting the situation worse than ever...I chance this while checking random poems being flashed..the title struck me becoz I love kids so much..You delivered your points very well.
Your village is ruins and mountains are high
Your mother is sick and father will die
Life is tough and justice is lie
When gun are silent, ask them why
Of course this small girl is no different than you or I, war does not make sense to us. No matter what the circumstance killing people, citizens of any nation is devastating and unjustifiable. The actions of governments are never the actions of people of the nations. We, as citizens, do not have a choice or a voice, our pleas for peace are never heard.