The marriage alas was one of pure convenience
Dollars were the order of the arrangement, no pretense
When the time came to desert, the loved were became pre-loved
Mercilessly and heartlessly out of the way they were shoved
The barbaric enemy at the gates was no concern anymore
Left to their wretched fates, the abandoned’ s solace was suffering galore
Imagine if you can
For a minute you as an Afghan
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Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt #223
