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.