A meditation on war - and the young men on both sides of the guns brought this out...
Unholy War
His finger curled
Tightly, ready, steady,
Though his whole body shook.
Thoughts of school
Games, girls, and gatherings
Shadows in his distant past.
His eyes squinted,
Ardent and angry
Believing what he's told.
About the enemy, the infidel
In his sights.
He heard the call
The 3rd of five
"Allah u Akbar".
And suddenly
With a relieved sigh
Both were granted a reprieve.
The soldier and the boy-
Each are both
Fighting a war
That can never be holy.
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