From Where We See
They see and I see,
but from where we see, things appear differently.
Where they see their colorful illusions, the joys of life,
I see the dreadful pallors of an unjust fright.
They see clouds speckling a vibrant blue sky,
I see the contrails of fighter jets fly by.
They see the ocean waves crest high and true,
I see the mighty warships cut them through.
They see the gaiety of flowery blossoms covering the earth,
I see the blood-steeped battlefields nourishing their mirth.
They see victory parades, loyalist colors flying a patriotic hue,
I see military conflict, war, and a bloody coup.
They see the exciting hustle and bustle of a vibrant downtown,
I see the rapes and pillages of villages burned down.
They see a God of love and forgiveness given their kin,
I see a myth fashioned to forgive them their sin.
They see energetic kids playing happily-go-luckily,
I see inanition from empty bellies swollen hungrily.
They see birds and bees pollinating the greens,
I see the herbicides and pesticides that silenced their wings.
They see the pitter-patter tracks of animal trails,
I see the spent and littered shotgun shells.
They see the comforts and pleasures of companion pets—
puppies, kittens, dogs, and cats.
I see the hell of slaughterhouses, factory farms, test labs—
their tortured animals, primates, and rats.
They see and I see yet for all the world from where we see,
things appear so damnably differently.
This is the re-envisioned version of a poem I wrote in 2017, and here it is four years later… How time flies, like bullets whizzing by. Screaming missiles through the sky.