Silenced Wings Poem by ANTHEIA TAPI

They came like storms, cloaked in night,
Turning morning into fright.
Books were burned, voices chained,
Dreams were drowned in endless pain.

A girl once danced beneath the sky,
Soft hands raised, her laughter high.
Now she walks with eyes cast low,
Buried beneath a world of woe.

The schools stand empty, doors locked tight,
No lessons taught, no future bright.
Pens lay broken, pages torn,
A silent war, a hope forlorn.

Mothers weep for daughters lost,
For freedom comes at deadly cost.
A whispered word, a daring plea,
Can steal a breath, a destiny.

No songs are sung, no stories told,
The air is thick, the nights are cold.
A widow begs, a sister hides,
A wife obeys, a girl complies.

Their names erased, their voices dim,
Their world is built to honor him.
Not seen, not heard, not meant to dream,
Trapped within the Taliban's scheme.

But even walls can't hold the tide,
For flames of rage still burn inside.
A hidden whisper, a rebel's sigh,
A thousand wings still long to fly.

And though they try to break them down,
A storm will rise to shake the ground.
For silence cracks, and chains will fall—
A woman's voice will rise through all.