Posted by Jai Narayan on November 15, 2004, at 19:51:09
I raise my head to keen.
I pull at my hair.
My eyes are dry but burning.
I am so sad.
I see a photos of the tanks riding down the bombed out street in the sunshine in Falluja. It looks like a street in my town but all the wires are down, and there are huge tank guns lowered.
I can see the blue sky....
we saw that same sky in my little town.
I am sure I didn't listen to the sound of bombs exploding last night. I didn't hear the sound of bombs all week.
No bloated bodies in my street.
Where are their children?
How will we save these children?
I feel destroyed and I am safe in my house very far away from the violence and death.
My tax dollars are funding this.
I wish I had some control to decide where my tax dollars are to be spent.
I would fund: health care for all, child care, everyone would have a place to live, enough food, I would invest in our planet energy future....
but it's not in my control.
my money is not mine to direct.
I make it, I work the hours and then someone else decides where it will go.
I feel like I am in the grasp of an every tightening fist.I raise my head to keen.
I pull at my hair.
My eyes are dry but burning.
I am so sad.
poster:Jai Narayan
thread:416394
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