Yes, Ishmael, the same fate may be thine

I will write these words on my windshield
And read them while I ride.
Gawking through glass at dirt fields,
Blue-eyes wide with Western Pride.
So what? I know we’re better
Than this conquered hoard.
We came to loose their fetter—
Yet sleepy eyes get bored.
A lovely Western soldier
Lets his head hang down to sleep,
*click* BOOM!

published in So Fi Zine Edition 5

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