The news is dripping terror,
Nine eleven, Islam, war…
My subconscious keeps on whispering,
All that, but so much more.
Bad politics and apathy,
Sights I cannot articulate…
Shell shocked and in a stupor,
Still I do not feel the hate.
The newspaper is all one sided,
Iraq’s success fills every page….
Still no mention of the people there,
Unemployment, the poverty or rage.
Politicians never mention,
Iraqi deaths lost in the battle…
I feel guilty just surviving,
Making a living near Seattle.
I grew up dreaming world peace
A place I’ll never find…
We are locked out by other cultures,
And sadly, my own kind.
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