Another time has come to rise up and go.
Kite season is over.
Do you remember that day at the back window,
how you wished for the coming of the kites,
kites like peace doves flying in the sky
instead of combat planes?
Another time has come.
Arise and cry out the poem of peace.
The morning breezes blow the peace song
With red tulips to the martyrs’ desert.
Arise and sing with the nightingale’s dawn.
Hear the voice of your teacher saying,
“Come! Go to make our Land.”
How sweet is our life with peace!
Tornados of time carried the signs of misery,
oppression, and hatred to an unknown land.
Winds pushed the black cloud this way and that.
Finally, the warm rainbow wishes of the sun
taught the lesson of love and friendship to Afghan children.
The Earth’s hands tied together the west and the east,
throwing peace’s shadow on every land.
Another time has come to rise.
Peace season is over.
Photo from the United Nations