By Hamna Mughal
Then why are you breaking and entering in my house?
Why is my life being taken, where did you take my spouse?
Why are we brutally controlled by dictators?
Why does my peaceful religion have so many haters?
Why is my self-defense mistaken as a violent absurd action?
Why is that when I`m being tormented, there is no inspection?
Those in power claim the importance of equality
Then why does my nation have a highest rate of mortality?
Why is their campaign symbol a peace sign?
When there definitely not the amity kind
Why do my people tolerate with their hate?
When they perpetuate us with this demeaning state.
Why is my poverty their prosperity?
They blur my sight I lose my vision’s clarity
Since my water is contaminated and my food is expired
Carrying this water from the well has made me so tired
And out of joy the mercenary might shoot me that the government hired
So my question to you is, do you do this out of mere desire?
Or was a political diabolic agenda conspired.
Wiping out a race in a few minutes with no trace
We live in the time of nuclear warfare
Where tears, blood and emotions are not for care
The worst of men even turn to the good side
But their hearts didn’t melt when I cried
Because I had lost my mother to a shock
Since her husband died from a bullet and hit a rock
That the soldier was aiming to kill a terrorist
And my brother watched all that
As he also took his last gulp of air
And I yelled for them to spare
Though the killers could not care
Hence my life is filled with despair
I lost my family in less than an hour
While they celebrated this to a champagne shower
All because these people have more power
And we all stood and watched since we are cowards.
Congratulations to you as you have succeeded in yet another mission
You made people believe this war and the death was on fair condition
Now the masses are left ignorant with input of the wrong perspective
Since you have made sure that the people of your country are not inspective
And me I will probably end up raped by one of your soldiers
Or die of hunger thirst and poverty as I carry a grief filled boulder.
So I ask you another question was the death of millions enough or is there more to your agenda because you have made sure generations will suffer from the disease you have spread in my land: aftermath of a war.
Hamna is a member of the Toronto’s chapter of Afghans For Peace