afghanistan
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His forearm is cooled by the sweat of his elbows.
The fire is started in his hand, in a ski mask and shell toes.
Shot
Heart pounding lungs burning
Smoke fills the air the sounds of guns and explosions all around
Senses heightened, looking to kill
Who am I to say what is wrong?Who am I to change those scars?The cuts run deep. Fissures to the starsSplit open and ruinedWhy is this Earth so scarred?
Bang! Bang! Like the shot heard around the world
Another life lost on the curb.
Once more, an innocent life unfurled.
