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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