Something we don't have.

Something we don't have.

A Poem by QC

I don’t understand.

 

No hello to people on the street.

 

Keep walking, keep walking

Don’t make eye contact

S**t, are they talking to me?

Keep walking, keep walking

 

We are cold individuals.

 

We are made of paranoia.

It crawls under our skin

Like the terroristic bug

We are all so afraid of.

 

So scared of different

Wary of anything new.

 

Overanalyze is what we do.

9/11 did that to us.

But have you ever just thought of why that happened?

 

Why the people from the Middle East decided:

Let’s go crash two planes into building.

Let’s go kill a bunch of people

And sacrifice our lives. 


Cuz it seems a little stupid to me that they'd do it just for fun. 

 

It’s not because they weren’t raised in America,

It’s not because of their religion,

It’s not because of their skin color,

It’s not because they’re less fortunate than we.

 

It's because we're trying to change they way they are, 

because they have something we want. 

 

We want it and we want it bad.

 

Oil.

 

So we become less than human to get it.

We emerge like the smoke of the Twin Towers onto their land.

We disrupt their peace,

Trying to ‘help’ them.

 

Saying things like “Westernization is better.”

Telling their women “Don’t you wish you were like us?”

 

We temp them and in turn for messing with them,

We start an almost-war.

Killing innocent troops while simotaniously trying to get what we want 

and protect our country in the process. 

 

All because we are greedy Americans who want oil.

Oil.

 

We don’t care about how our actions affect others.

Why do we think we’re ‘helping’ them?

They’ve lived Western-free for a long time,

Resisted it. So what makes us so certain that we’ll change them?

 

Because we won’t.

And the sooner we learn this,

The sooner bad things will stop happening.

 

The sooner people will feel more at ease flying on a plane,

The sooner people will feel comfortable working at a major building.

The sooner we can all get over our fears of another terrorist attack.

 

So here’s my question:

Where has our humanity gone?

 

So here’s my demand:

Think about it. 

© 2011 QC


Author's Note

QC
This topic has been really bothering me for a while. What are your honest thoughts on the topic? I want to hear them.

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i agree on the coldness of the people of today. The fact you have to walk by and not make eye contact is a sad reflection on our world today. i belive if everyone stopped for 5 minuites a day and spoke to a stranger the world might be happier. i agree with your points of view on oil and the middle east and enjoyed reading thanks :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


superb.we have a similar taste.

Posted 11 Years Ago


As a collective grouping, I suppose you could blame our fucked-up foreign policy on a lack of humanity, though I think it may be a bit more involved than that. Capitalism is unsustainable and the beginning of this truth is becoming apparent. As to your poem, I see it as more of a rant. Thought provoking nonetheless.

Posted 11 Years Ago



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