Aman Farahi Poems

I had never thought of this
That Kabul I would really miss
Its dust and sizzling sweats
On my toiling friends’ foreheads
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In tears and a serum in his hands
Rushed a young man through a traffic jam
begging to buy a helpless old man some health
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Nine Eleven today
For the tenth time we commemorate
Remembering loved ones
And their unconvincing deaths
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Loud boom siren alarms ring
A suicide, a homicide;
Scent of flesh and blood,
Blasted on the streets.
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Tell me darkness of the vast sky
Is that your bad god?
Your wrath millions times its size
Tearing the universe wide
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His swinging hand touches
Aged white beard
Relentless, crushing cola cans
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