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
am the Terrorist.
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2 Comments to “In his eyes…”

  1. Oh, I just love this. People often fail to look at themselves from the viewpoint of others. Beautiful piece!

  2. 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!

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