Twisting bomb fragments
Rupture the rickety rafters
Of my leaky roofed
Home for seven
Ramshackle shack
Nails and wood chips
Rain down like dates
Shaken from a palm
By a hot and violent wind
The searing shockwave
Explodes my lungs
I am in stasis
Looking up
Into the boiling Baghdad sky
As America flies past
Hello America!
Thank you for the freedom!
Please come again!
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