Heartfelt


     This poem is far more sober than anything we’ve ever published. However, we feel it is a deeply significant look into the hearts of many Afghan people. It is published in accord with our purpose to bring more understanding.


                                                              I left you before sunrise 

                                                              When people were asleep. 

                                                              I walked all your roads and streets 

                                                              And watched you bleeding

                                                              Yet I walked away. 

                                                              You were left alone, with wounds, and broken 

                                                              And all your children walked away. 

                                                              O my poor motherland 

                                                              O my pure love 

                                                              I would love you even in evil’s hands. 

                                                                                                     — Heartfelt


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