Damascus
understatedly we see
from afar on our
screens that tensions
continue to escalate &
the rebellion makes its
way into Syria’s heart.
from the ground s/he
wonders if the story is
true, that there have been
deaths created by the
rebels in the “inner circle,”
or if these are more lies
perpetuated by the west,
perpetuated by the
government itself, or
by those other parties said
by some to be entering the
country in order to
strengthen a greater
cause.
s/he is wanting a gun to
join those with guns, in order
to kill those who might
kill her/him if s/he does not
have one---in this, s/he
recognizes that s/he has to
get one---so where does s/he
go?
people like her/him do not want
outside forces to enter, because
they understand what will
happen afterward, what it means
to be raped by outside powers in
the name of “humanity,”
to replace one form of tyranny
with a different kind
of tyranny,
where the resources of their
country will be drained right
before their eyes &
where they will be eternally in
debt to those who only want
another foothold in the middle
east, where the culture of the
people will be traded in for
mcdonald’s, kardashians &
****ing lady gaga---
as stern faced Hillary
finds her way to the podium
again,
to threaten the world into
submission,
the civilian on the ground of
Damascus
waits alone
without adequate means to defend
herself/himself,
knowing the price they’ll
have to pay &
all s/he wants to do is
fight her/his own
battle.
Copyright © Andrew Delapruch | Year Posted 2012
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