Boy in Kabul

Democracy sleeps cozy
in an Ignorant Veil
Liberty burps CRUDE
while polishing her nail

Terror roams free
keeping freedom in jail
Boy in kabul wakes up
to an artillary bell

Day starts with fire
and ends with shell
In between the rubble
lost is school trail

Remembers his mother
her warm loving smell
Remembers the bullet
how down she fell

He held her in arms
as her face went pale
Saw his own childhood
breathe last exhale

Conqueres to liberator
all have tall tale
Nothing is left here
but a soul for sale

Dreams die everyday
blood goes stale
Great game of power
so heaven goes to hell

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