Abu Ahmad
Finally he and I and tattoo
Arabic betrayer on his arm,
"Father am to Ahmad."
And sure I sympathized
Lonely he, all alone
Face desert; Falluja
And beaten by the sand.
Forever in my eyes, in my sight, in my heart
Unaware, displaced, immigrant, strange,
They are hard and I feel burn inside.
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