tender stories to me told
of yet another conquest
far so bold
I see their lined faces
not so old,
intensifying heat in
eyes that are cold
I shall always be in love with my Mujahideen
the most courageous man
I have ever seen
wild beats of heart
they have come to mean
colorful bursts of flowers
to match fields
that are green
faith to survive
the rule of the hand
praise for the songs
that echo in the sand
fighters whose children
were born for the land
take away the pain that
comes with the brand
I see his wings preparing
for a flight
I see his glow consuming
in the night
eclipsing the sorrow
and the terrible fright
My Mujahideen stands
supreme in the light
Apr 4, 2015
Apr 4, 2015 at 8:05 AM UTC
tender stories to me told
of yet another conquest
far so bold
I see their lined faces
not so old,
intensifying heat in
eyes that are cold
I shall always be in love with my Mujahideen
the most courageous man
I have ever seen
wild beats of heart
they have come to mean
colorful bursts of flowers
to match fields
that are green
faith to survive
the rule of the hand
praise for the songs
that echo in the sand
fighters whose children
were born for the land
take away the pain that
comes with the brand
I see his wings preparing
for a flight
I see his glow consuming
in the night
eclipsing the sorrow
and the terrible fright
My Mujahideen stands
supreme in the light
In memory of Commander Ahmad Shah Massoud
(02 September ,1953-09 September, 2001)
24 September, 2001
