Fear and the Arab
An impromptu verse by Hani Bathish We are all afraid though we rarely dare to be fair say so out loud we are way too proud. We are afraid of not making enough of not having the right stuff of belonging to the wrong group the wrong sect, political chorus, or tyre burning troupe of being grabbed off a street corner thrown in that place they call 'behind the sun' from what I hear, its no fun. We are afraid of driving and not making it home hit by a drunk with an empty dome we are afraid of fumes, of high tension, and thick plumes of the food we eat, the fruit we pick of sticking our naked prick of cancer causing everything. We are afraid, most of all, of what we can't see like the furniture when the power goes or the future of our kids, will they be free? or will they still be arguing over who's country this is or will politics and posturing loose their fizz We are afraid of revolution of change and evolution of standing still of moving ahead of sleeping in our bed of the ...