"Guilt"

When I see the suffering of Pashtuns
Of myself I feel so very ashamed
about how much I have complained

All these years I've been so spoiled
But in this heart of mine I knew
I should be in my watan suffering too

I need to believe that my people know
know how much I worry and care
But that does nothing for their despair

Now whenever I pass by the mirror
I don't want to look at my face
For I feel like I have failed my race

I am a tortured and lost Pashtun soul
living in a prison that I myself built
made brick by brick from my own guilt