In his eyes…
He smiles at me
wonders if I
secretly hate him
if I am
furtively
plotting
to kill him
he nods
respectfully
as he hands me my straw
I take my red bull
and wish him a good day
he is here
working
serving
we are there
murdering
his women
and children
to him
I
am the Terrorist.
2 Comments to “In his eyes…”
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Oh, I just love this. People often fail to look at themselves from the viewpoint of others. Beautiful piece!
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Thank you! It hurts me very much to think of all the innocent good people that have been murdered. I always say…one country’s terrorist is another country’s activist!
