He was arrested when he protested...
They took his home anyway
His wife objected when they elected
To take her husband away

But her disputing led to her shooting
In front of her three daughters
With no protection, her execution
Was nothing more than slaughter

Losing their father, losing their mother
And left alone with strangers...
They were in good hands, these three young virgins,
And doubtless safe from danger...

Fortunate to land in the gentle hands
Of aspiring young surgeons...*
And Obstetricians... whose sole direction
For these fearful young virgins

Was do what they must without any fuss
While their parents were away
With no chance to hide, they’d watched Mama die
As her killers came to stay

They stayed a few days while having their way
With these pretty young daughters
Leaving memories that are cruelly
Punctuated with laughter

Obeying commands, helpless in their hands,
Rememb’ring Mama dying
They can’t even say what happened those days...
They just can’t stop their crying...

Karl Stuart Kline

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/2-32-secret-police-afghanistan/