I write books and poetry
About the plight of suffering women
And I am celebrated
For my pen and verse
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The carnage is still
In the breath of morning
But the embers of life
Are solace to screaming pain
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In the darkness
Of ages
Boys and girls
Are slogging
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10.6.12
Seaweed eyes
Who never say why:
Why is an alien
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I left behind…
Because Talibans
With the religiousness
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