Feelings for Kabul

Acrid smoke permeates the air
The smell of fear all around
Nowhere is safe ~
Cannot be yourself;
Faith is a sentence.

And even if you are a believer,
This faith they require is not the Truth;
Yours is of peace,
Theirs takes it farther;
“Death to infidels”.

Sorrow, sorrow,
When innocence is lost.
Pain, pain,
When suffering’s their gain.

And the rest of the world,
Abysmally uneducated,
Heap hatred on the peaceful ones
Painting all with one brush
When they should know better.

Chaos, rubble, cities felled,
And villainy triumphs
Because we all
Fail to understand the root
Of the evil that man’s made...

Sorrow, sorrow,
When innocence is lost.
Pain, pain,
When suffering’s their gain.

Kira Braun