Vague Suspicions

On the neon news they won’t be talking bout his life
Flowers still unfolding when he had to fly
Toward, toward God
May this war end, Insha’Allah, he knelt to pray
When a dusty troop misjudged and blew him away
Strangers, same God
They are faceless numbers in the headlines we’ve all read
Drone strike leaves thirteen civilians dead
Hold that thought, My God
Maybe your heart is seized with passing pity for the dead
And vague suspicions creep into your head
Am I part of war? And what is God for?
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