Every time I think of 9/11
I see burning flesh dripping off the bones of Iraqi children in Fallujah
Now Gaza
I tend to memorialize the forgotten
The collateral damage eclipsing our unpunished crimes

Maybe it’s because I’m a numbers guy
Because if I had a dollar for every time an Iraqi died since 2003
I’d be a millionaire

And don’t get me wrong
Sometimes I don’t know who I hate more
The governments in the West
Or the politicians in the East
Who sell their souls quicker than the oil they export
Straw men who use Palestine as a tool to line their pockets
And don’t give a nickel to their people
Quisling governments
Who stitch mouths shut for a check from Washington and AIPAC
How can you be their prototypical anti-Semite
If you are signing peace accords to oppress your own people?

And then Orientalists and idiots talk about how
We can’t have democracy in the Middle East
Because of what happened in Gaza
A Hamas boogyman wrapped in democratic elections
Rahm Emanuel wants to educate me and my people about democracy gone wrong
Why doesn’t he try implementing one in Israel first?
Instead of bowing down to terrorists like his father and the IDF
Lauding a third rate, racist, European society that’s imploding quicker
Than its moral standing in...

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There is much “wisdom” in the words these children are saying.

Many adults could learn from these children. Seems the children are well informed and are not blind to the actual realities of what has been happening.

Through the eyes of a “Child” will we see the “Light”.

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A Child’s Cry

Can you imagine how I see life?

Can you understand what it feels like?

Can you know the agony?

Can you know how often I cry?

Is it so much to want to be happy?

Is it so much to want peace?

Is it so much to ask for love?

Is it so much trouble?

My friends have died.

My life is hopeless.

My relatives are sick.

My home is gone.

I am just a little kid.

I am so scared.

I am not who you think I am.

I am not bad.

Can you imagine how I feel?

Can you understand what I say?

Can you now see why I need help?

Can I tell you I am afraid? I am.

Is it so hard for you to understand?

Is it that I am different?

Is it my religion?

Is it I don’t count?

My memories scare me.

My thoughts are all sad.

My future is short.

My mother always has tears in her eyes.

I am just a little kid.

I am dying.

I am not who you think I am.

I am only kid.

Can you stop the bombs from coming down?

Can you stop the guns?

Can you help my mommy stop crying?

Can you take care of my friends?

It is hard to leave them knowing they are so sad.

It is not my fault.

It is not me who started this.

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The rain was falling and the water level was falling. As
the water level rose higher and higher, forcing the man
onto the roof of his house, alone comes a row boat with
an offer to take him to safer ground. "No, thanks." the
man replied. "The Lord will provide."

As the water got higher, alone comes someone in a motor
boat with another offer to take the man to safer ground.
"No thanks, the Lord will supply."

Standing on the very top of his chimney with a helicopter
hovering overhead offering to take him to safer ground, he
yells out, "Thanks, but no thanks. The Lord will provide."

The rapidly rising water finally sweeps the man off the
top of his house, taking him downstream toward destruction.
 While being swept alone in the rapids, he cries out, "Lord,
why didn't you help me? You know I was trusting in You." He
hears a voice say, "I sent you a row boat, a motor boat, and
a helicopter. What more did you want me to do?"

Isn't this just like most of us? God sends the help we are
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You hide behind your smile,
But your eyes tell more than you’ll ever know.
You laugh to help fight away the tears
That lay in the wings, ready to fall.
You hide your pain so well,
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You hold your head up and smile,
Even with the weight of the world on your back.

Please cry,
Just once so I can wipe the tears from your face.
Cry, so I can see that you too are human.
Cry, so that there will be no more hurt in your eyes.
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