Afghanistan

I don’t like how the fireworks explode at night
And the colors paint the sky with bright lights.
I don’t like when the fires flame on the street
And spread warmth like a pulsing beat.

I don’t like when the men play with their toys,
When their noise is so loud, like little boys.
When will they stop playing their games,
With their stupid hats and their shame?

I don’t like how the fireworks explode at night
And rain metal and ash covering the light.