I lost myself in the moment and found myself for a lifetime

The mirror doesn't lie

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Do I look fat

in this outrage?

puffed up?

​

Do my hips look wide

when I stand astride

injustice?

 

                                         Tell me

Do I look hot

in this fury,

bloated?

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Do my cheeks look red

when I count the dead,

the slaughtered?

 

                                          Tell them

                                   

Our babies lay

In corrupted hands

Here at home

In Arab lands

 

Crusted blood

Curdled yells

Children kneel

Death toll knells

 

The naked emperor

In orange veneer

His brownshirt tools

Reek yellow fear

 

Empty suits

Face-masked feds

A parent shrouds

In a vacant bed

 

                                         See them

I’m red-hot

in my outrage

on fire.

​

Our children slain

politicians deign

to notice.

​

I’m loose-lipped

in my fury

stripped bare.

​

Won’t stand aside

through this genocide

can you

                                         Hear me

–Linda Belans