Father Hear Me (C) 4-14-2010 Poem by Zahir Kijani

Constant explosions, I know I'm gonna lose my hearing soon
Dodging blinded bullets the air they continue tearing through
The bunker isn't really safe but what does it matter now
So I guess there's only these thoughts I'll gather. How?

It's been a year now I never thought it'd be this long
All my training and finally the trigger I cover my fist on
Strong, but yet weak, only at first this is for the people
I'm climbing up the mountain of freedom but its steep though

I don't know I didn't think it would be anything like this
I mean I like this you know strangling evil with a tight fist
The games showed the gore but never really the emotion
The physical toll or even mental but this is my devotion

I have the strength to handle it I really miss my wife though
But she knows what I'm doin I think she always knew I might go
To the military to make sure she lives in a better world
Somewhere I can feel safe for my little boy and my little girl

And why not go out myself and take part in makin a change
She'd give me a long range of answers strange but not deranged
Now she seems to have been right I guess though maybe foul
But its like all she told me is like makin more sense now

It really isn't for freedom it's for green paper with a face on it
I mean economy is key to success even if it is mostly Masonic
Huh, maybe I won't be there to teach my son how to play sonic
But at least they'll have food instead of just a table with plates on it

A lot of tough men here Sergeant John's like my idol…Why am I telling you that
I don't know but what does it matter I'm sure you already knew that
It's kinda creepy huh, knowing that most likely it'll end here
And again fear'll lay his hat in the hearts of men by ten years

I was hopin I'd make it back home and maybe be a rapper
Show my family I love them and for my wife in flowers I'd entrap her
I don't mean to cry I'm supposed to be stronger you know
I heard there would be a calming period and a light you show

I usually don't do this but desperate times right
Maybe I should take this moment to get my mind right
It's not that I'm hopin you rescue me out the limelight
But for your divine light I'm guessin now the time's right

The point I'm making here is that I want you to forgive me my sins
And even if I go to hell I know in moral war good always wins
This may be the last thing I ever say I'm near death clearly
So please remember me, and mostly please Father hear me