Never Own UpWhat are we to make of these barbarians,
Who come in secret to disturb our placid
Homes? The lives which must be sacrificed
For order, for hegemony, are to be taken
Somewhere else, the crying babies, brown,
Not white, the buildings brought to rubble
Along streets in towns with foreign names;
For God's sake, not our shopping malls.
We nod our heads. That's all we do. Does
That make us complicit? That is what
These terrorists assert, but surely, they're
Mistaken, and we're not, though we snuff
Out the lives of men in fields, and mothers,
Playing children, using cameras' eyes.
They claim that we're the terrorists,
But they're barbarians.
Poetry by Lawrence Beck
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Written on 2019-01-25 at 01:37
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