Short Berets Poems

The infant
in that Isuzu
Doesn't find this
Funny one bit. 

Crossing the cul-de-sac
I was even disciplined
for doing so
without guidance. 

And to what avail?
Pink berets, tightening
my hair down
into the summer sun. 

It was that movie
that perhaps changed
things. 

Or was I the 
Impostor all along?...

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clad in black berets and boots
all camouflaged with heavy guns
their armoured jeeps in Indian file
like obedient dogs they march along

faces pale from the burning sun
peasants tender, weak and poor
gaze helpless at the peacekeepers:
what begets this act of war?

give them a chance to make their bread
lend them a voice to sing their song
show them love, let them dream
that’s how peacekeeping is done!...

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