It's a squalid little town with a tenuous beauty
The cool wet mornings are so appealing
People waking up suddenly in the night
Very disappointed
At the water's edge fishermen smashing their boats – taking nothing for granted
In a few hours the heat will hang over town as the northeast monsoon comes roaring in
Can you feel it?
Afghanistan Afghanistan whatever happened to you
I don't really care but I thought I'd ask in case it mattered to you – let me hear it
They're cutting their heads of in the soccer field
Stretching their necks in the goal
Taking them out in the elephant gra** feeding them to the hyena's
Don't you hear it
Everybody's lips are thin – eventually eyes are empty
This a letter from abroad life is cheaper back home
Let me hear it
You learn form novels living out there rainfall is followed by thunder
You hear a man's voice soothing and calm – "I understand no problem"