If I Were Older
I want to be a hero and
go to heaven.
I want twenty three virgins and a palace made of brick and mortar;
But our leader says I am too young yet to strap justice to my chest and die for Allah.
So patiently I reload spent cartridges and make beds and prepare food for my brothers.
brothers who march to what fate may greet them.
Death come like splinters from a soft-speaking man with a massive stick.
-For my friend Sgt. Brian Smith
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