The Confederate Loneliness of the Surrounded

The barrels of the guns

Round as the eyes of evil

And as of this earth and sun

Hang on the mud pile

Here and there

Waiting for the prey to show up

With no idea of being followed

And with no idea of being weak

The guns are ready to fire

At the sight of this innocent animal

For they are fed with patriotism

But not with love and compassion

The innocent deer shall soon wake up

From it beautiful dream and walk up

To the brook nearby

The guns shall then fire its head off

To the grass below coloring the dew

With blood, rage and power

I wanted to rise from the ambush

And lay down my gun

To let the deer finish its morning chore

I wanted my peers to standby

And watch the animal play safe

I wanted to start peace

I wanted to give away this anger

To some distant god of nonsense

But the blur soon hovered my eyes

With long waiting for the animal

The thirst changed its shape to greed

And the hunger to annoyance

The deer did come out of its beautiful dream

And the intolerance overtook my culture

I pulled the trigger

And the deer died losing its head

There was a shout of pain and

Cheer of win.

I just found who is who

The me in me.

What good is being taught?

By this goodness of civics and science

When I just found the real ignorance

As the deer shook its last breathe to air

And to the land we are raven of?

-Aroon Che