Stolen Dreams of Afghan Man Child

In the barren lands of Afghanistan,
Where there's no Diesel or Unleaded,
There lived a feisty boy man,
Who the Taliban so cruelly beheaded,

For that lost life I shed a tear,
Intense, but in stature so small,
He talked it big, he had no fear,
As he stood about three feet tall,

This marked the day that the dream died,
In a country whose unrest he'd disowned,
Caught inbetween abandoned by both sides,
Of a cause he'd supported alone,
 
A casualty of yet another paranoid war,
Political power struggles were brewing,
Forgotten what they're fighting for,
Villages and families replaced with ruins,

False protectors may have good intentions,
Identify with the strongest aggressor,
But he still died without a mention,
No matter who was the latest oppressor,

Was it worth the glowing light,
Extinguished from his trusting eyes?
Like a hundred twinkling stars so bright,
Adorning gunpowder smelling skies