911 children
I wish a small rainbow of a kite
From a destroyed roof in Kabul
Could fly to New York
And a colourful bird in a paint-book page
From an orphanage room in New York
Could fly to Kabul
So children of 911 both here and there
Could understand
There are no just suicide bombers in Afghanistan
There are no just politicians in the US
There are children who play and dream
Of a free and fresh future
They could understand each other
And
They will meet each other as tourists
Not as soldiers
En tanke om “11. september-digt. Af Samay Hamed”