Appropriate

In the American Capital,
The committee passed
The appropriations bill.

In the desert city,
The embassy leased
Homes for soldiers.

In the commissary,
Shelf-stable milk drops,
Monthly, from Ramstein.

The embassy badges
Camels, and says
Do not smoke.

The embassy advises
Don’t give to beggars
During Ramadan.

The embassy diverts
West Bank water
To the US tanks.

On the rooftops,
You can see Israel, and
The Bedouin coming.

On the off chance,
The E4 gives candy,
Coins are exchanged.

On the patio, scorpions
Dash between the figs
Mad, sticky with bees.

On the floor, the baby
Can’t say her name- Lilia,
So he calls her Yaya.

And Yaya cares for him.
While someone else
Cares for her kids abroad.

And she cleans the house
The E4 could never afford,
Where no one belongs.

And not one of them,
Has time to question
What is appropriate.

Realpolitik

Gate to Seoul

Hungary in ‘56,
Czechoslovakia in ’68!
Soon another region
Will re-live this fate.
Through the people protest for freedom,
Against the power of despotism,
And show the world the horror,
Of totalitarianism,
When violence comes- they are on their own,
No help forthcoming beyond a few words of care.
The cost of intervention deemed,
Too costly for us to bear.
Tomorrow when the tanks roll in,
The peoples’ vulnerability made clear,
The State will crush the people,
Suppressing ideas they hold dear.
In doing so the State itself,
Will seal its long-term doom,
For liberty rises from the ashes,
Like the phases of the moon.
People who yearn for freedom,
Cannot perpetually be denied.
History is filled with the grave-markers,
Of every petty tyrant who has tried.
But in the valley of the shadow,
Before each person turns to dust,
The strong do what they will,
The weak will suffer what they must.