A Sunday Afternoon Poem

Nobody Knows

Nobody knows
What words to say
To stop the war

Nobody knows how to rise
Their hands in protest
Any more, for fear

Has their heart
Ripping them apart
The mind over matter
Sounds so much sadder
Then it did coming from Einstein

Nobody knows what do
Without a car to drive To work,
struggling to pay their bills?

Nobody knows
How to feed their families
Though they keep filling the
Insatiable bellies of industry

Nobody knows
Why it is they follow directions
Blindly without any question of what
Is wrong or what is right
Ethically speaking

Fear has us
Each and everyone
The victim the Middle East
The aggressor the United States
Caught both with tears turned inward

Know body knows where
Their family will live if they can't
Pay their rent or mortgage
Never mind
Property taxes

Nobody wants to be
Struggling to survive
To eat

So we follow, blindly - perhaps?
As our taxes go up
Fueling the pain of our men and women, of the
Middle eastern people
Life lived on a plastic card
Is this the price we pay for freedom?

Nobody knows they have been had
By the United States Government
Fools we are - living in fear we avoid.
Pushed into the unconscious
Birthing in hate-crimes, control, rape,
Pornography, depression
Suicide, ignorance.

Fear bear thee the cross
Of a people who will have the rug pulled
From beneath the ground which they
Believe they so firmly stand upon
Only to wake up in a dungeon of pain and regret
With integrity lost and left up to our children to regain
We leave destruction and submission

Nobody knows
This may be their mission
Have we forgotten our own?

~ Winonah Harrington