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Pilot Season

by Shossana Dreyfus

If I only screamed hard enough
… just maybe ... I’d be heard


If I simply spoke, my voice would be lost
In the crowd of suits and sharks
Bigger than me, stronger than me


The system dictates that, to arrive
One must endure years of despair
Paying your dues in abuse, exhaustion, indignities ...
go through this all over again? Unthinkable - yet ...


Asinine to see, that I just can’t walk away

Years in this gruesome battlefield
that understates a true combat setting -
all your dreams dangling, at a price,
that claims your soul and your heart


A land populated with unkowing casualties
Might be-s, Has been-s and broken spirits
Such taxing brutality, that I MISS
the beautiful simplicity of enemy fire


And so I stay and fight this battle
I fight, saving nothing for survival
I fight it everyday, willing to die
Because better to die than to witness the carnage of failure


I've been to WAR

I've felt, in my skin, the scent of death,
I've looked into the face of physcal danger
I've left home for possibly the last tme
I've lived the reality of bombs meant for me


But this?? Well ...

"Save that candy stripe shit for the Wall Street wimps ... Because out here, is kill your parents, fuck your friends, and have a nice day"












10/30/2009

Posted on 10/31/2009
Copyright © 2024 Shossana Dreyfus

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Glenn Currier on 11/30/09 at 04:58 PM

Your description of the way we can be victims of the impersonality and inhumanity of the systems that surround us is striking, indeed. I have known the frustration and the seeming futility of my actions and creative efforts that you so impactfully describe. Thanks for your honesty.

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