I live in a war zone
I have had my ideals beaten bloody
I have had my dreams held hostage
I have had my future executed
By powerful dictators ruling behind veils
Hellbent on disaster capitalism.
Sucking out the life breath
Through under handed foreplay
And blatant sadistic fetish fixes
Of staggering rates.
I bought the lie and brought it home
Only to find there were missing pieces
And instructions in a foreign tongue
With no warranty
Or return policy.
I crossed my ankles
I wiped my nose.
I stacked the books neat on the shelf
I sipped my tea quietly.
What happened to my pound of sugar?
The flour, and the eggs, the butter, and the milk
Who raided the pantry?
Was it seized by the foot soldiers
Following the order of their hard tasking lieutenant
To not leave anyone alive?
But they were mistaken
I was broken but not destroyed.
I was hurting but not forgotten.
I was starving but not afraid.
I live in a war zone
And now it is time to fight back
For it is no longer just "I"
It has become "we".
