Boots

Sometimes I think about
All the passions in my life
And the wisdom given to me by all the late fathers and mothers of my land
Sometimes I think about
All the envy of becoming the leader of my people
And guide them through the dried river of Moses
Sometimes I think about
All the clean paths of being surrendered
By the thoughts of priests and mullahs and rabbis

And I realize, that these boots will walk all over me

Sometimes I think about
The crippled world of followers
Deaf, dumb and blind
The high notes of an atomic jihad
The flesh of all the burned Hiroshimans
The dried bushes of Nevada desert
The chemical bombs of Iraqi’s, short
The laser guided bombs of Americans, high
“The bravery, of being out of the range”

Sometimes I think about
The meaning of my existence
Yours, theirs

And then Louise says; what a wonderful world.
And I realize, that these boots have walked all over me.