Taliban And France Poem by Hardik Vaidya

Because my love you chose.
To cut me off like the Buddha's of Baamiyaan.
Behead me because I fell in love with you.
You my known freedom.
And you chose to side with those in power.
Chose to be sold.
At pennies worth.
Calling your self France.
Yet like the eastern European nations.
Fell off a tree and eager to find roots.
You? France my love.
You too?

Why.
Does the piano not play anymore.
Is the Mona Lisa frowning.

Why did you choose to drown alone
You could have trusted me
Texted me
Called me
I would have joined you.