Afghanistan: Between Hope and Fear
A poem by Mahnaz R.
Between hope and fear
There is a narrow bridge
Where every Afghan lives
Hanging, unsure, breathing in dust
Cruel bullets flying for decades
Marking walls, faces and hearts
Rockets screech down
Cutting through air, butchering limbs
Years of war carved Afghan land
Into a ruined farm
The politicians like inept scarecrows
Whirl this way and that
With every wind and whim
Neither protecting crops
Nor scaring the crows
The horizon carries uncertainty
The streets still dirty
The widow crawls in the mud
Looking for a bit of Naan
The orphan yearns for parents
The little girl cries for a bicycle
The Afghan man looks for a roof
A job, and a street free of threat
Between injustice and fear
There is a sharp thread of hate
Spinning around the Afghan woman
Trapping her in violence
Forcing her to set herself on fire
While flames eat through her flesh
She shouts to forget
The pain is unbearable
She says goodbye to love
And the abusive husband
Between unemployment and fear
Failure will breed
Despair becomes weed and smoke
Shoving itself into the Afghan throat
Needles become friends
Clinging to veins for comfort
Guns become toys
Playing above children’s heads
Among all this sadness
Hope and faith still remain
The hope that politicians can change
Becoming responsible farmers
That the land heals
And cracked bodies and souls are restored
That orphans and widows smile
The little girl rides a colorful bicycle
The mud turns into green grass
And men respect women
In action and in law
Between hope and fear
Love can exist
Mercy can be taught
Safety can be wished
The hope remains
That the unstable bridge falls away
And Afghanistan lives
Between love and peace
