Little Afghan refugee
A little Afghan refugee
Sleeps
in the very crowded plane
She knows nothing about
where they are heading to
It does not matter:
Her mother is with her.
She is not afraid any more
of the AKs or war
That made her heart hard
Very hard.
Still there is a tiny place in it
For love and light.
The little Afghan angel
Sleeps in the very crowded
Military plane.
The only thing she sees
in her dream is –
Air.
