Ten years have gone by,
which is half of my life.
I have no children,
don’t have no wife.
In Afghanistan, my friends died.
I ask myself,”Why didn’t I?”
I feel guilty,
for there are many things that could’ve gone differently.
The smells, sounds, and visuals,
tell the story of individuals.
I miss my friends, my brothers.
No one cares, the others.
To my country, deaths of a lost cause
but to me, sacrificed for all of us.
They don’t see what I see…
“Land Of Liberty, Home Of The Free!”
Written By John Matar