I Am a Mute Iraqi, With A Voice

[Shannon]

I am an Iraqi
but was never asked, personally,
what was better?
Saddam threatening to destroy me if I crossed him, politically?
Or tons of deleted uranium, napalm,
bullets, explosives
and other unfamiliar concoctions,
besieging me
at some hidden corner of my street?

I am an Iraqi,
but was never asked, personally,
what I wanted?
Freedom to vote for men and women I know little about,
who may or may not better my life,
or to safely be able to step out of my house?

I am an Iraqi,
but was never asked, do I want democracy
or the tradition of my ancestry?

I am an Iraqi,
but was never asked, personally,
by those who've come to rescue me,
have we really benefited you, my dear,
since the day we came near?
Or have we simply made a mess
of your little hut?

Taken from http://poetsagainstthewar.org/

[token buddhist]

this "poem" comes dangerously close to promoting the path of least resistance.

said path is hardly worthy of a poem.