Manhattan Kaboul

Little Portorican, well integrated, almost "New Yorker"
In my building made of glass and steel
I make my job, I take coke, a coffee

Little Afghan girl, on the other side of the world
Never heard of Manhattan
My daily life is misery and war

Two strangers at the extremities of the world, so different
Two unknown people, two anonymous people, and however
Ground down on the altar of eternal violence

A 747 exploded in my windows
My sky so blue became storm
When bombs razed my village

Two strangers at the extremities of the world...

So long, farewell my American dream
I won't be anymore the slave of dogs
They were dictating you tyrants' Islam
These ones, have they ever read Coran?

I am dust again
I won't be the master of the universe
Is this country I loved so much
Finally a colossus with feet made of clay?

Gods, religions
Civilization's wars
Weapons, flags, homelands, nations
Always make flesh for cannons of us

Two strangers at the extremities of the world...


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