Another Death in Afghanistan

Tell me my dearest friend,
where on earth can I
be beautiful,
walk tall and proud
and be who I am
if not in Afghanistan?

Am I not so valued here
that I am
a sight not to behold,
Am I not so precious to you
that should anything
less than your image
of my perfection storm
dark in your raging
eyes,
my Beloved Afghanistan,
I should gladly spill my blood
thick and sweet,

and I should die silent
and speak no more of who's to blame.