Who are we,
all of us— who
gaze across oceans
and vast desert lands
that pop up
on the constant news
Who are we
to cast aspersions,
wave flags and signs
screaming our opinions
while never inhabiting
those places—
Comfortable
in our elected Chambers,
drinking wine on the deck
with friends while debating
the cost of lives vs lives
Who the hell are we
— never shelled or tortured.
We are billions of sound bites
lost to the moment.
Susan Isla Tepper is a twenty year writer in all genres. Her stage play "Crooked Heart" will be featured in Origin Theatre Company 'May Play Festival', NYC.
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