9.18

I live in such a nice place, no

blown in walls, no blood

on the floor where the soldiers

came to beat my family raw.

I can walk around the block,

down a trail, even at growing

dusk, and not fear animals of

four or two foot vengeance.

Flame marked buildings do

not dot my neighborhood

and if I speak my faith no

one will come to bomb me.

Which is why I do not under

stand why we fight over a

few more dollars to pay for

all this, or to help.

Original sin, something wrong

inside, is all I can think, that

pushes-pulls us to find a reason

to be unhappy.

I’ll give you a reason to cry, my

dad used to say before swatting

me. It’s Ok dad. I had reasons in

side me already. We all seem to.

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