In Kabul
A river was filled with burned trucks
And some cars, few tanks
In Kabul
Buildings were broken, bullet riddled
Walls were half, if remained
I was there
It was pain
It was sad
I'm afraid
Of politics same may come to Baghdad
I hope not
In Kabul
A mirage of bullets, ideas worlds apart
Post-Soviets
In Baghdad
Abandoned like Kabul same game-play
One brought Taliban
Who may know that
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