“I am burning,”
says the school.
“Who will save me?”
cries the school.
“Where are my students,
the teachers, our friends?”
“Why do the Taliban burn me?”
They are not literate.
Students fear.
Teachers receive threats,
get kidnapped, beheaded.
Friends, families fear.
Unread books are sad.
They too, burned
by guns that write with fire.
Knowledge, understanding
grieve.
Is there anyone
any organization
any country
any international society
who will help us overcome our loss,
this war,
our Afghanistan?
We wait, hope, want.
Please, help us
invite the return of knowledge.
By Freshta
[Ed’s note: comment copied over from old blog]
Laura Cococcia
thejcconline.com
[email protected]
Submitted on 2010/03/27 at 8:50am
Freshta – what amazing words to capture the essence of a tragic reality. I particularly like “please help us invite the return of knowledge.” How seemingly simple it is for us to see that it just takes awareness and action for this to stop…yet so hard to convince others of this. Your writing is doing that – so thank you!
Dear Freshta,
I hope and want to for you, for us, for all of us.
Much love to you, dear Writer,
Rachel
Dear Freshta,
Your words have such power. I am so taken by the images — “by guns that write with fire.” You have a gift for conveying in strong, clear language, the heart of the story. I, too, like Rachel, want for you, for us, for all of us…. my heart gives you a big hug, Mary
Dear Freshta,
What you said has such strong feelings behind it. I can feel how you felt while writing this and that is a great talent to have. I also agree with what Rachel and Mary says. Good luck with whatever you do in life.
-Kelsey