Seeing little girls and boys playing in the streets seeing the Taliban in Afghanistan taking away their needs Daughters being raped and killed watched by helpless eyes Mothers standing in corners, buried in their cries Remember Meena! Fighting for Change Murdered in its name a statistic to their game Remember the children who bare their faces you’ve never seen they live their lives waiting for the chance to live their dreams Remember me, for I am just like you walking dead, losing my head, doing what they tell me to Sitting on a corner trying to escape the pain Of life and the horror that you live with ever day Hoping for that peaceful call that could save you all But the days are growing longer as you watch your people fall.