Afghan Boy

 

Lana Gaia Martini(11)

 

 

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.

Lana Gaia Martini(11)

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