A poem by Samay Hamed


Afghan kids with a US soldier. (Source)

My child!
You will grow up even on American donated powdered milk
As I did grow up on Russian donated Moloko,
On counterfeit Pakistani Milk Pack, or
On pasteurized Iranian milk that I drank with insults.
You will grow up, too, even on expired milk from ISAF soldiers,

But you will not become a grown-up.

My Child!
You can write on the body of a donated Indian plane, Ariana!
And fly from Frankfurt to Kabul jan;
You can write on the forehead of a donated Pakistani bus, Milli Bus!
And go from Maiwand Avenue to Darulaman,

But you will not reach anywhere.


Original in Persian.