She's standing there with a dirty face
Then she was gone without a trace
You can't say the worlds a better place
For she's just, one of a great raceAnd in her eyes so very pale
A look of heaven or of hell
I guess no one could truly tell
Too see in her face only pain
For no one even knew her name
Or from what lonely place she cameNo shame, for no one was to blame
She looks down on the valley green
On beauty that has always been
'O why am I treated so meanIn a world that is so serene?'
Said the Lady of Afghanistan
As the evening shadows grow
Of those eternal mountains soWithout a voice or choice, she goes
But where she goes, nobody knows
For they move just like little sheep
Where the mountains are so steepAmong the ruins of the heap
Where no one ever sows or reaps
'If only I could have some sleep'
Said the Lady of Afghanistan
And in the shadow of the night
Great armies fight with all their mightFor God and for the peoples rights
She has no dreams of sweet delightAnd as the morning sun breaks through
Upon the early morning dewEverything begins as new
But will her broken dreams come true
Is she any different from you?
The Lady of Afghanistan.
2 comments:
oh, is she really different from us?
...great, great lines. and impeccable rhymes and choice of words.
and i must say, these paragraphs bring chills to my spine. what a talent you have there.
Great poem. I wish the sketch was in color though.
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