11. september-digt. Af Samay Hamed

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