Mr. President!
It’s not your shortcoming
It the fault of distance
Haven’t you made Afghan men acquaintance?
All who have seen this say
That Afghan man does not wail
So what is his pain?
Mr. President!
Today, I’ve no words for you to tell
It’s not your shortcoming
It the fault of distance
You don’t understand
The grudge that can't be hold
To someone else I have to uphold
Seeing this image, my mind started to sheer
Like the lion of the valley of Panjsheer
Hey I’m talking to thee!
Wake up and try to see!
Perish the thought
This idea was unthought!
I fear your eyes
Your cries
After you’d have seen this image
oh! this world's tarred its privilege
We’re all heavy-hearted and try to withstand
The sad story of a man in Afghanistan
Oh! If you were still pursuing this life’s story
Thee, the lion of the Panjsheer valley
Oh, If you were alive