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Jamil Mohammad
My friends and I were walking
Down to school when;
I heard a sound coming from
Around the bend;
My heart wanted to duck
And run for shelter
But through the air
Came lethal shrapnel.
It struck me down,
To the ground and now
I’m bleeding. Why am I born
In a time
That’s so deceiving?
I thought that things
Were on the cusp of changing.
When reality was merely rearranging.
I am just trying to learn
And think I’m doing better
When bombs fly out and
I have to write this letter:
"Dear Dad, My Love, Jamil Mohammed,
I write to tell you I am dead.
I was walking and didn't hear the silent ticks of a bomb.
Now your baby and her brothers are all gone.
I'm not sure when life became inconsequential
In Baghdad’s wild residential.
But I will watch you with stubborn wings
And protect you from my deaths painful stings.
So you can live and tell the world for me,
That killing never brings society
Whatever man or evil stole,
But only raises the death flag pole.
Don't weep for me with tightened belly.
Don't scream in pain and agony,
But grip tight fists by your side.
Human kindness is not applied
To modern changes within the ranges
Of greedy brutes in crazy nations."
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