• The sand filled with the scorch,
    I can't see beyond the empty ravine,
    No water,
    Empty for years.

    Like my soul,
    The fighters come through,
    The houses,
    Burn..Burn..Burn,
    With forever regret.

    To leave my family,
    Bang...Bang...Bang,
    I cry alone,
    In the dark.

    Alone,
    The sand is my home,
    It is where I be,
    It is where I will never forget,
    The blood..blood..blood.,
    So i sit here.

    I will always be here,
    I can never move,
    I can never feel,
    No need to worry,
    Im just here,
    Five feet under the surface of,
    The sand.

    The death of a boy in Afghanistan during the conflict .
    May we never forget who we are really protecting out there,
    Us and them.