He was arrested when he protested... <br />They took his home anyway <br />His wife objected when they elected <br />To take her husband away <br /> <br />But her disputing led to her shooting <br />In front of her three daughters <br />With no protection, her execution <br />Was nothing more than slaughter <br /> <br />Losing their father, losing their mother <br />And left alone with strangers... <br />They were in good hands, these three young virgins, <br />And doubtless safe from danger... <br /> <br />Fortunate to land in the gentle hands <br />Of aspiring young surgeons...* <br />And Obstetricians... whose sole direction <br />For these fearful young virgins <br /> <br />Was do what they must without any fuss <br />While their parents were away <br />With no chance to hide, they’d watched Mama die <br />As her killers came to stay <br /> <br />They stayed a few days while having their way <br />With these pretty young daughters <br />Leaving memories that are cruelly <br />Punctuated with laughter <br /> <br />Obeying commands, helpless in their hands, <br />Rememb’ring Mama dying <br />They can’t even say what happened those days... <br />They just can’t stop their crying...<br /><br />Karl Stuart Kline<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-32-secret-police-afghanistan/
