Kabul
Bashir Sakhawarz
Switzerland
I know a city with tall trees
as tall as the tower of Babylon
cursing each other.
Water flows
on the shoulders of the city
people carry water of sorrow
from poison rivers to their home.
I know a city built with fear
I know a city wounded by its own people
as tall as the tower of Babylon
cursing each other.
Water flows
on the shoulders of the city
people carry water of sorrow
from poison rivers to their home.
I know a city built with fear
I know a city wounded by its own people
Bashir Sakhawarz is a Contributing Writer for Panorama.
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