The sky and earth are mourning
Because Afghans start their mornings
With death warnings
By suicide bombers from Pakistan and beyond
Some nations have airplanes
Birds and other skyward creatures
But Afghans live with blood flying
Through clouds and countryside
Blood on the walls
Blood in halls
Blood on the road
Blood on the boats
All over the place blood
Afghan blood overflowing like a flood
Our people are sad
Mad too that the Taliban continue to be bad
Innocent civilians see bodies burning
Watch as their brothers and sisters keep on dying
Blood is everywhere
Like a living nightmare
And whose blood
Fills the streets
Shopkeepers, students
Young women and children
The decades fly by while
Afghans have lost millions
Whose blood?
The blood of suicide bombers
Mixing with teachers, parents, doctors
Though they will never be friends
Blood of men, women, and workers of all ages
The killing goes on through history’s stages
While Afghans are grieving
The attacks of the Taliban increasing
Our country mourns
For the sad orphans whose tears roar
Mountains and rivers are crying
For the youth that are dying
Even as some Afghans want change and try
The slaughter of young men and women again intensifies
And years of war, violence and torture
Force many Afghans into departure
Afghans fleeing for other countries
It has been like this for almost half a century
The nation of Afghans
A target of ISIS and the Taliban
Afghans are victims of an ominous plan
The bombers training in Pakistan
Our country must resist
Stop the Taliban
Their lies, brainwashing, and gist
Let’s work for
Peace and prosperity
Let’s make the blood cease flowing
Let our mornings once again start shining
By,
Alaha Ahrar
Alaha Ahrar 