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| Manifest Destiny |
Can anyone blame you for thinking
You are the center of the universe
When no matter to which sense you turn
The proof is abundant overwhelming
Like when you’re an infant
Close your eyes the world goes away
It takes a while to conclude
The world is still there
Mommy’s face behind the blanket
Toes are funny fingers feel them
And they feel felt how amazing
Some people seem not to have
Graduated from peek-a-boo school
They can pick up their cell phones
While waiting in line at the bank
Tell their girl friends just what they’d
Like to try tonight as if the lady ahead of them
With the toddler in tow couldn’t hear
Then complain to the manager
Who confronts them why are you
Listening to my conversation
Have you no manners they scold
Offender offended is what I call it
Like people who talk at the movies
Maybe they’re convinced they’re at home
Slumped on their couches before their TVs
When people beside them
Turn and say Please they answer
How dare you tell me what to do
I’ve paid for my seat I’ve every right
To talk if I want just shush yourself
Who are you to tell me how to behave
In my own living room who let you in
They can’t seem to get it
It’s always their world over yours
Like when we told the Indians Filipinos
Vietnamese Afghans Iraqis
And others move over
I need more room more oil
More of whatever you’ve got
We take precedence God told us so
We’re better everyone knows
So just mind your own business
While we bomb your neighbors
Decide which of your brothers
Fathers sons we’ll haul off to
Torture maim kill or
Just jail forever on a mistake
Why can’t you be grateful
We’ve spent enough over here
To turn this friggin desert into a
Sears Roebuck twice over
They paid no attention
At Peek-A-Boo School
c. J.S.Manista, 2015
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