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It’s been one year since
And I can still feel that first bomb drop
Every Hellfired, cluster bombed
City, town, and village
Each explosion
Dragging a homeland
Back one more year

I can still see little jovial Jewish girls
Writing on missiles
Vehicles emerging from the South
On Israeli orders
White flags
Running river red
With the stench of charred flesh and crisp suffering
Images of old men cupping seas of tears
On mounds of crushed homes and limbs of children

I can still feel my fast heartbeat and inner fear
No time for panic, a new war or an old anger dredged up
Balancing Iraq, Palestine, and Afghanistan already
Raging against CNN and Wolf Blitzer
A Congress so filled with venom
A people perish and my home country revels

It’s been one year since
The Beirut blackout
And the generator is still generating fear
Not water, electricity or sanitation

One year since
The death toll mounted
And the world remained silent
A world remains silent
Forgotten like the projects and New Orleans
Forgotten like ‘82
Forgotten like all the forgotten
Until the day the forgetful are forgotten too

remi@poeticinjustice.net