Move To America

Afghanistan, what once was a gorgeous land Now cremated into dust and emptiness The Taliban pinned on every corner Rifles loaded and eagle eyes on watch The days my parents used to reminisce Happiness sprayed across town Family and friends by their side all the time Until the year of 1980, the year everything changed Soviets stampeded the border and took control Foreigners flooding the streets, people frantic What could my parents do to respond? Move to America Hiking through the desert, through the hills of Pakistan My parents left their beloved home To start a new life in the USA The transition was emotional, the separation was hard But all they could do was begin a new chapter I sit here today wondering the life I could’ve lived Probably for only a few years My parents are happy, my family is happy And I am happy For my family having the courage To move to America