The Afghan Girl by Lewis Brown

I could never, I could never
Walk, run, walk and run
With the stones on my feet and the stones on my feet
For years and for years and for years and for years
Dogged by destruction, not knowing if I could ever return
To a village, to the way it was before 23 years of war
Maybe more.
It’s impossible to imagine
Her village, her world
With the sea in between and remote and TV,
But those eyes are a challenge and a reason to try,
To feel the stones on my feet and the stones on my feet,
As if I was her with a hunger and a reason to run.

To walk back, eventually,
To a life that is better to her
And would be far worse to us
To a village, far away from the west
With the sea in between and remote and TV
To snatch defeat from the jaws of defeat,
With the stones on her feet and the stones on her feet,
To a village, to a burqa, to safety.
I could never.