Lone girl at night
Late at night, past the mid
no buses; very light traffic
she wears coat, a long one
and feels safe in her walk
all alone.
Only one may know why! ! !
I too go, like many drive byes
but in mind she orbits, positron.
Thoughts of her gives life to
Taliban at start.
They were tough, also rough
but people whom they ruled
were safe and secure…
The rulers killed, butchered
Criminals…
Women and children, an Afghan
could sure walk at midnights
like this girl of Toronto.
No more words…must stop.
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Yes, the world is really not safe today. Nice work.
And we have to thinks of them...us and...