BricksA Poem by Emily BAttempting to make my voice meet metal. Someday I'll catch on.When I huddled freezing in ice and snow without shelter or coat or fire you remodeled your kitchen for the tenth time not happy with the ecru paint and expensive drapes. When I wandered in an unknown and strange land besieged by bullets, land mines and firestorms you complained there was nothing stimulating or entertaining in your two hundred tv channels. When I was a starving child in a diseased land belly bloated watching family drop like flies you drowned your latest crisis of the moment in a tub of Ben and Jerry's with Hershey's syrup. When I found myself trampled and bleeding protesting for a better world and for human rights you whined about furs and non-organic farming-- self-satisfied with your mis-guided effort. When I died alone, abject, abused you toasted your latest promotion and bigger paycheck planning for newer, bigger luxuries; forgetting even your self-righteous gestures.
© 2008 Emily BFeatured Review
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