1991

I realized
We were both born
in rotting soil,
plastic toys fed
by Arabia's oil.
Eyes closed,
ears behest
to broadcasts, we,
could NOT protest.

That was the beginning
of our mass destruction,
but cribs offsides,
we slept soundly,
thanking our stars,
proud to be Americans.

10 years dormant,
the lyrics laid,
enough to stick,
but their irony to fade.
Until grade school,
recess goaded,
as burning buildings
on our side exploded.
The imminent threat preloaded,
in airports we shed shoes,
forever coded.

The broadcast — our center
was the theorem
that planes, oil, and Arabs
risked everyone's freedom.
But when we raised hands,
to ask why, teachers said
hail red, blue,
and especially white.
We forgot our roots,
because the Ellis Island trip
was obviously cancelled.

So we read headlines,
instead of Orwell,
the day 911
called for a police state.
Trusted the government
and ****** Muslims,
the day turbans
meant hijacking planes.
Pledged allegiance
disguised as freedom,
the day war
was declared
on Saddam Insane.

Our flag revealed
a sham feeding flames,
angst-ridden
teenagers
we became.
With raised middle fingers,
instead of hands,
to Green Day lyrics,
**** Amuricans.

Because only idiots
press a red button twice,
when mass destruction is the price.
And only villains
make children orphans,
while victims drown
in New Orleans.
And only gluttons
eat caviar with silver spoons,
tainting forever
a nation's youth.

Entrenched in dunes,
we boarded blind,
to debt,
death, and
jaded minds.
Blamed by perpetrators
in dollars and change,
for a guerrilla war
fought in vain!
Voted Obama,
with Osama slain,
and soldiers withdrawn,
we hoped for change.
PLEASE, we cried,
JUST STOP!
We are CHAINED —
to a bulldozer
that has NO BRAKES!

…

So the broadcast said recently:
We are losing control
of the Middle East. And
Al-Qaeda is far from weak —
ISIS: THE PHOENIX OF HUMAN GREED,
We just turned off our TV's
and looked up,
the kids who gave up,
thanked Musk — our atlas,
not yet shrugged,
whose vessels of stars
will rocket toward Mars,
from this godforsaken
civilization
built on hate.

And when you tell me, ***,
"We were both born in 1991,"
I can only sigh,
and breath sympathy,
for our dark history.

That day
people from windows fell,
others say, that morning
victims from windows jumped .
On that black day,
just before
all the flags down their polls they fell
towers,
cracking ablaze like matches,
pointing at the sky,
came down
raining back onto the city
hot ashes, steel, mixed
all that was left was a mound
of the best of the west's freshest flesh
left to cool down from their heat,
one limb at à time
none could say this was neat
but I was happy to still have mine.

I also remember the other poor
people, the ones that suffered the most .
On the screen you could only see more
of them leaning outside in the cold
their feet dangling in the tempest of flames and smoke,
so high they couldnt even hope
for their bones to survive the journey,
and for their body to hit a post.

After five minutes,
the first one jumped.
(or fell)
His fingers probably burnt
by all of the firery hell .
I gasped as my eyes followed the falling feather,
hoping it was only just
floating and would land
on a strong sheet of leather
Instead they all smashed into the
steets, one after another.

I was young, maybe just five..
To me world was a sandbox
a place to run and to thrive .
Too see people die,
like the ants I sqwashed under
my feet,
made me close my eyes and wonder
what the hell was out to meet
me when I would grow up and
encounter such things,
I couldn't think farther than my block
and didn't want to.
I was happy to breathe and play,
eat, run and cry and hear about
who was Honest Abe, Franklin,
and Edison
to be free to kick and shout
and to lie down and to rest in
the sun
in the grass next to our lake
and the swing under our tree
all that mattered was I was
there and all that cared was
I was **free