Not Even One

By Shirine A. Hossaini



Sssh goes the wind

blowing through the land

no one left to hear it

not even one good man

The streets they are deserted

not a man nor beast in sight

nothing left to mark them

not even one street light

The people are all gone

buried beneath the sand

no one left to grieve

not even one to stand

To say this was his nation

the cradle of God’s creation