Afghanistan: A Twenty-Year Long Jest

Updated: Feb 24





We pass down the streets of restitution

To discover fragments of desolate attitude

Of broken dreams and symphonies

Only to find more despair and longing

Careening its claws into our bones

Burying its fangs into ours skins

All dusted into trite jokes

Renewed grief and solitude.

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