Auckland Poetry

The Thoughtful.

I, an Afghan, looked up to the cold blue sky and
saw a gleaming US bomber plane, it dropped
its load on a village nearby. Smoke, flames and
dust, many people killed… non where Taliban.
My uncle and his two sons were killed and that
was sad, but I do understand, the war America
wedges is for us so we can be democratic and
free, have dollars in our pockets, drive big cars
and play basket ball. But lately I have been
asking myself, so many bombs and rockets fall
will I live long enough to enjoy the democracy?

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