Basura Cat came up to me,
As I watched the Afghans’ trying to flee.
A tear touched both of our eyes,
As their only freedom is through the skies.
“How is this?” she asked in such dismay,
“Can we invite them into our house to stay?”
“We can’t just keep praying both day and night,
For strangers in fear, for each breath they must fight.”
“I’m sorry,” I said as we looked eye to eye,
We cannot save the world, no matter how hard we try.
It’s the way it has been, the way it will be,
It’s easier to look away, so we don’t see.
“But how can we?” she asked in befuddlement,
“We must be aware of the worlds’ government.”
We sat and we sighed, we prayed and we paused,
Asking for healing for all the worlds’ flaws.
