Afghanistan

I love my country Afghanistan,
not far from the holy land,
live there in the brown, rough sand
but scared away by taliban.
I'm glad I'm here:
I love Holland rather
than living in fear
for the death of my father.

I am now an Arab man
who lives here in Amsterdam,
my children now can go to school,
they use strange words like "neig" and "cool".
I look at them just for a while,
sit back and think, it makers me smile,
although this ain't the place I'm born,
my clothes are others than I've worn,
before, back there in the danger zone,
but this is now our house, our home.