Sometimes I wonder what a privileged life I have.
I can go to bed at night
And not worry about dying of a cruise missile
Fired by a humanitarian Nobel Prize winner
Before morning.
I can go to the grocer
Without being on the lookout for a car bomb
That might blow my world apart.
That might blow my world apart.
I can talk to friends on the street
Without a drone blowing us away
As suspected terrorists.
As suspected terrorists.
I can say what I think
Without having my head cut off because I have some kind of label
Some -ist or -ite, that someone stuck on me.
These are rare luxuries
Freedoms more precious than gold and diamonds
Or being able to watch celebrities on TV.
Lucky me.
Copyright B Purkayastha 2013
Yeah, Bill. Lucky you and all the rest of us.
ReplyDeleteI wish I could say I feel lucky, but I don't. Disrespect for any life is disrespect for all life. I am unhappy that dissent should be a cause for murder and that those I would consider my friends are classified as my enemies by those who are in power.
ReplyDeleteYes, you are really lucky. Am also lucky.
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