then my poor heart
begs
at the horror
of waking up
without any legs.
The last thing I remember
is I turned around
to run
and instead
of incurring any wrath
I was the unfortunate one.
I felt the sudden sting
of an enemy bullet
in the small of my back
and my explosives went off
before
the planned attack.
So I lay here
with open eyes
of wild surprise
as the infidels surround me
laughing
at my demise.
In the footsteps
of my late father
I shall die the same way.
Surely my younger brother
will also
fall prey
as I was a man
forced into battle
in order to destroy
but in sad truth I am dying
in a martyr's blood
as a misguided boy.
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