My second poem on the unfolding tragedy in Afghanistan.
The Nightmare Begins
Will we get out? Will we get out?
The city taken, and crowds flee
Taliban comes, triumphant shout
The last minutes we can be free
The sounds of planes in the air
Lifeline for those lucky to go
For those left behind: beware
American departure bitter blow
Bombs go off. The smell of death
It has begun again: the terror
In wheelbarrows, lacking breath
Dead fallen under writ of error
We refugees: how can you feel our pain?
Watching departure: the final plane
The Nightmare Begins
Will we get out? Will we get out?
The city taken, and crowds flee
Taliban comes, triumphant shout
The last minutes we can be free
The sounds of planes in the air
Lifeline for those lucky to go
For those left behind: beware
American departure bitter blow
Bombs go off. The smell of death
It has begun again: the terror
In wheelbarrows, lacking breath
Dead fallen under writ of error
We refugees: how can you feel our pain?
Watching departure: the final plane
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