THE SAD VOICES OF AFGHAN CHILDREN WHO LOST EVERYTHING UNDER THE AMERICAN AND BRITISH BOMBS

No mother to feed me,
No father to teach me,
No friends to greet me,
As the bombs killed them all,
No one to care for me,
Only despair for me,
No food in my tummy,
No sweet family call,
Lam alone in this Place, in the great sandy lands,
With warriors of tribes burning statues’ hands
Through the smoke crowded sky there is nothing to see,
And down on the earth it seems there is no one but me