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You ask me to sign a card to the outgoing president
and his teacher spouse. Happy to do so while biting
my tongue and repeating the mantra that this
is a time for peace and good will, to forgive
foolish, incomprehensible acts of support
for perpetrators of mass murder. Yes, I need
to sign my disagreement with the two thousand
pound bomb shipments, the failure to provide
sufficient food and water, to turn and put
your spokesperson’s head in the sand
while hospitals and universities, aid workers
and journalists were sniped and bombed;
and children, oh the children, the women,
thousands upon thousands dead, thousands
upon thousands of legs and arms broken, faces
burnt beyond repair. And what about the repair
Mr President, this holiday season? Where
can they go the wounded when visas are denied
routinely? Where can they go this Christmas
while rumors of the ceasefire continue to whirl
like dust storms in the desert of our political lives.
I am sorry Mr President that I cannot weigh
your breaking picket lines, relief of student debt,
stimulus to the economies of all the states,
pardoning federal prisoners on Death Row.
I cannot put those on the scales of justice while
the killing fields are alive with cries of survivors
of bombs and bullets you continue to authorize.