Thursday, March 20, 2003

"so here we go..."

for a moment. i don't want to talk about politics. i don't want to think about money. or oil. or how america murders for control of money and oil. please, don't stress the nuclear weaponry, don't stress the world wide rececssion. don't stress the national security. don't stress how there's no proven link between iraq and 9/11, or no proof that iraq has a nuclear weapons program, or no proof that iraq has any imminent plans of attacking the US. don't stress that we are launching an attack against a country that can't even defend its own air space, against the wishes of the rest of the world. don't stress that the us is growing more and more as colonial power. i don't want to think about that right now. i'm worried right now about... yes... maybe this is naive of me... but i'm worried about the children. more than 50% population in Iraq is under the age of 15. and every one of them, right now, is living through something i can only imagine.

"one arm"

you
daughter
son
you
know better than anyone
that there will be no
parent dying dramatically in any orphan's arms

that's a tragedy saved for movies
because reality is
much
much
harsher
the orphan
has only one arm

my orphan
my brother
my sister
can your one arm
uphold one palm
to the tumbling sky
and hold back
a ragged raged rain
of synchronized strikes
upon the naked nerves on the spine
of your motherland?

with one arm
where will you lead the soft grasped hand
of your younger sister?

where can you roam
between
stray bombs
and
charred homes?

we cripple a generation
we cripple a country
we cripple a people
who knows a sorrow that spills
with blood and tears
and while i believe
words
(not oil)
are worth more than blood and tears

my words will never be able to pronounce your pain