Pashtunwali Poem by Moses Samandar

Afghan women travelling miles for water
Taliban men killing their own Afghan’s
No-one cares about the people.
Aid workers criticize the poppy fields.
What are you to do when you live on nothing a day.
No-one can imagine or see the cry of the lonely desert dweller who cries for food
The gun controls the society.
Trigger is lord.
Bache Bazi is rife.
The young girl writes on stone to study for her education.
85% have no education.
Music and entertainment is frowned upon.
Optimistic for dreams to come true only for another decade of war.
3 decades of war, which way to go…
For one thing to unite us, Pashtunwali!