Philosophical to the point of hindrance
Angry to the point of death
Fearful to the point of obsession
And omission to the point of a lie.

I speak now not as an American
Not as a Boy Scout
Not as a child
But as a person.

At this time I have been 16
But only for a day
And then there are those
13-year-olds
And I look at it this way:

I am unqualified
To boil them down to a number
Or judge what I do not know
And thus they are the same as me
Marked different only by what they do.

This is what I see
Though not with my eyes
I everyday use,
But with another…
My eye unto the world.

-

This is an outrage!
This is absurd!
How can you declare yourself right
When you so simply judge?

Cast off your clothes
Which you do not deserve
And then put on those that
Belong to those you condemn;
That is where understanding lies.

But how could you understand?
Such ignorance and selfishness
Is the reason why
You are weak,
Weak in the mind.

Listen to yourself,
“Don’t hate, unless they
Are of a differing point of view.”
The greatest evil in the world,
Face it…the evil is you.

-

Fifteen,
One hundred and fifty thousand,
Countless,
What do these numbers mean to you?

The average number of seconds
a person dies of each,
The average number of people
enslaved in the “freest” country,
The number of people,
Killed by irrational hatred.
That’s what those numbers mean to me.

Sitting unsafe at home
Or the first in line for war,
Think of the things
That these people are fighting for…

Fighting for life, not riches,
Fighting for water and for food,

Fighting for no reason, and not about to win…
Killing for a belief which they cannot prove.

Many say it is over a land so holy,
But how could that be right?
The blood-stained city holds the key
To the land of selfishly-lost souls
That cry out in the night.

-

But it’s okay when we are safe,
And comfortable at home,
For there is nothing to worry there.

So we arrogantly live our lives,
Despising one another still,
Because we are the only
Important people anywhere.

Yet here we mimic in our own lives
And fail to learn from others the pain
Caused by this selfish hatred
That we all possess…

But it’s not our fault
And so why should we care?

I say that we
Should all be treated well
Except for those with whom I disagree
Because they are only infidels
That fall far below me.

02/12/2007

Posted on 02/12/2007
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