The Thoughtful.
I, an Afghan, looked up to the cold blue sky and
saw a gleaming US bomber plane, it dropped
its load on a village nearby. Smoke, flames and
dust, many people killed… non where Taliban.
My uncle and his two sons were killed and that
was sad, but I do understand, the war America
wedges is for us so we can be democratic and
free, have dollars in our pockets, drive big cars
and play basket balls. But lately I have been
asking myself, will I be able to avoid being hit
by bombs and rockets, to enjoy their democracy?
AucklandPoetry.com presents Poet Resident JAN OSKAR HANSEN on http://OSKAR.AUCKLANDPOETRY.COM
Thursday, March 13, 2008
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