Mostly Contrast

Mostly Contrast

I had to wait forever
at a stoplight today
you had to step over
your neighbor’s bleeding body

I paid too much for kalamata olives
you had no fuel to cook your rice

I worry about my son’s grades
your son’s grave is unmarked

I like to frequent blues clubs
at night
you can’t go out past ten

I wonder if God hears my prayers
you still think God is great

I write poetry that bites
like a rabid pit bull
you are writing about living
in an occupied country

I cry when any soldier dies
for another man’s lies
so do you


Randolph Nesbitt

Posted over on Poets Against The War