Mogadishu, Somalia

By Roxxi

My dad was killed in Mogadishu

Air strafe bullets punched,
Murdering the October day.

Issue greens drenched in blood,
Soaking the sand below.

Crash sites rain service bodies,
Littering a land not their own.

Victory has some ugly spoils,
Belittling a populace through lenses.

My dad was killed in Mogadishu

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Published on Thursday, January 3, 2019. Filed under: "Tribute" and "Poetry"

Comments on "Mogadishu, Somalia"

A former member wrote: I served. Iâ€™m sorry you have to feel this and lost so much. Please find if you can pride along with everything else.
On Saturday, January 5, 2019, SolApathy (652) wrote:

The raw feel of this piece is a rude awakening to the personal casualties of war. Great write
On Friday, January 4, 2019, ebonyamore (100) wrote:

This is very vivid and very sobering. I like nothing about the imagery or what it represents but the way you write it pulls no punches and leaves its mark on my solar plexus. I'm sorry for the loss of your father.