War changes you,

War changes everything.

It’s an event that shakes your soul

Like nothing else,

That jolts you into a sense of altered reality.

Thank you.

Thank you for being so inconsiderate

To end your life

In such a grand fashion.

Blown into bits of misery.

The explosion at the marketplace

Was without regard

To anyone around.

I’m not that great at math,

But I think you just

Eliminated yourself from the equation of existence, In less than a fraction of a second, No less.

And now,

Four Black hawk helicopters are flying in Wounded Iraqi children And injured American soldiers To our hospital.

The ramification

Of your pyrotechnic hatred unleashed

And I feel sick to my stomach.

Maybe if you had a soul,

The burnt scattered ashes of you

Could look around

And see the remnants of beautiful life

That you helped extinguish.

What troubles me the most,

Is the fact

That I will never understand

Why you chose to end your life

In such a dramatic way.

There is never a right time to die

But to steal the gift of existence

From others,

Is truly beyond comprehension.

I wish I knew your life,

What went so incredibly wrong.

I began to question my perspective on the world, Will people ever unlearn the insane level of hatred That causes War?

Thanks to you,

I know the taste of War

Linger bittersweet.

Perhaps a century

Inside the confines of a churchyard

Will atone the scattered remains of you

For all the worldly sins you’ve committed.