Unsaid

Passes from the terrorist’s anniversary: 5 years
Hell’s reservations are waiting for longer terms,
As if a dance with no songs means the world.
What about the world of thousands of young kids you took?

The morals of the extremists are always ironic.
I hope it burns you, your every step in the country,
To drown in the tears of many Afghan girls—
That you preserve their piece of soul in history.

The darkness of the Talibs still hunts the country.
A man-made, blood-debt-paying society,
The faces of the old women haven’t yet smiled
To the extent of the pain you caused them for years.

Today is only a red day of misery,
Further pushed into Afghanistan’s history.
Your rules are based on selfish gambles,
But our lives were your betting coins, lost in nonsense.