in Toronto born in Kabul
democratic childhood war zone youth
nurtured sunrise feared sunrise sky
excelled in school scavenged to exist
developed life skills in hellish want
teenage enjoyment hungered for comfort
a young man learned explosives
in the pursuit of love adrenaline hatred
learned many a sport taught to operate weapons
loved a challenge target practice
became a pilot how to bomb a plane
joined the Air Force entered a militia
assigned a fighter jet drove a jeep
guns, bombs, and missiles of light missiles
upon a mission zone from the sky
zeroed in on the enemy came an enemy
devastated the target zone shells and tracer fire
vehicles and people blasted sudden great pain
pulled up for departure his body blown skyward
back to the base landed dead hard
soft landing to recuperation now to a makeshift funeral
he is the child of a mom he was the child of a mom
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