adapted from Three Cups of Deceit by Jonathan Krakauer
Ghost schools
Empty shells , broken promises,
In Afghanistan
Perch at the end of long, dusty roads
In punishing mountains,
In the rolling foothills, in wind-swept towns,
In bustling cities
Schools are silent
Millions wasted
On chartered jets, book promotions,
Ego and lies
Uplifting tale of Afghanistan
A fiction we longed to believe
Yikes. Should have looked at your blog before ordering the book. Beautiful poem. --Elizabeth
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