The Afghanistan Woman
By natb17
Resuscitate those progeny of hatred and greet these children of fear Hide your identity with dark sheets and silent mouths Huddle yourself in shadowed corners and nibble salvaged bread crumbs in the way the rats do.. Live dumbfounded and used. Scatter yourselves to shelter at the slightest boom Afterall, this is hell and anything goes.. I see you now: dying, You carry blisters and scabs lumps and diseases You have entered the realm of significance and I'm on my way... Written March 19th, 2002 © on Mar 19 2002 12:20 AM PST 0 • 12
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"Resuscitate those progeny of hatred and greet these children of fear..."