The Afghan Youth Peace Volunteers
Octber 5, 2011
Dear friends who sense that the ‘elite’ are too greedy,
Written in the voice of a 10 year old Afghan child from Kandahar
My mother tells me I’m God-sent,
cos’ we survived the bombings.
10 years have passed,
Mother still has a creased faith,
though now she says…
‘your birth was perhaps untimely’.
We sometimes cry together,
and sometimes on our own.
Discouraged with world leaders
united in suits of war,
as if
to solve our problems.
They say this land is the worst
for a child,
AND for a mother.
Ignoring our elders,
many foreign soldiers became
the killers among our killers.
Who says this must be so?
Who cares that this is so?
I shudder that the raids and bombs
have made us less than human.
I wish to go to our deserted schools
to understand why we are like this.
I used to dream of spaces,
blue skies and gentler people.
I heard mother through her burqa
pleading please ‘Stop!’
‘Stop the money. Stop the killing.
Stop.’
Another local explosion,
more international lies.
Our global problem is that
guns impose greater force
than common sense
or vision, which tells me
that my mother’s world is crashing.
Harder still for the eager young,
is the human disconnect
amidst the game
of ordered weapons.
Our births are too different,
our lives too separate.
A few lords play
while the people sit hidden
even from ‘salams’.
Such that if I told you
that God / the USA / the UN has failed these 10 years,
you wouldn’t believe me.
You’ve hardly heard any 1 of 30 million voices
Love,
Hakim and the Afghan Youth Peace Volunteers
http://ourjourneytosmile.com
Y not listen?
http://globaldaysoflistening.org
