Afghanistan 1994 by Nuria

20171019_232832That time
the sun turned cold
from that time forth there
was night in all the pale windows
no one thought about joy
the sun had died and tomorrow
was vague and lost
the people the fallen mass of human kind
became dead hearted
they wandered from one exile to another
and the painful desire for crime
was swelling in their hands
they were overwhelmed by their terror of themselves
the sun had died and nobody
knew the name of that sad bird
that had fled
nobody knew its name