Nice Pink American

I look at my slippers,

And the feet within them,
Look small.

Small looking,

Bony,

Size eleven feet.

Long toes scrabble about,
In pleasure.

They like the space.

The television is on and,
They,

The woman in the white scarf,
And the news anchor with the sharp Prada frames,
Are talking about,
Apostacy,

My left foot listens as,
They describe,
A woman torn from her,
Husband and child,
And forced to beleive in,
Allah,

My right foot is laughing,
At an American,
Muslim,
With cerebral palsy,
Cracking jokes in a smokey,
New York bar.

Suffering is,
Concealed behind,
The smiling faces,
And outstretched arms,
Of demons charading,
As democratically elected leaders,
And,
My feet are arguing now.

Even my tooth wants more,
Brufen,
Not Indian made pharmaceutical,
Just plain American please.

Nice,
Pink,
American.

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♦photo-Totally cool pics, REUTERS♦

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