Think of no star-light zones No silver clouds’Cos anguish, trauma has come every wayAs some far east fellow sufferersGone to those extinct’Or the unseen
Hunted by bedevilled dogs-of-warStranded and as barrenIn Afghanistan.Members of the human raceHaunted by others of a rat-race.
Utter no universal careThroughout MankindNo more there isOnly global exploitation of man by man For an outside power To assume supremacy
So hold every breath for the yankees,With missiles, motor-bombs, indiscriminate hurt,Save all tears for young and oldOf lonesome Arab-landIn times of penury and pain
Then meet the Saviour in the next lifeFor sadness as suchBe called to book.As all perpetrators shall accountFor tears as much,From beloved, sweet Afghanistan.
Aubrey Ka Saki, VWSA worker