why?

I look at the country
I live in
the people around me
the words that
I read, and
I don’t understand
I don’t want to
understand…there
is so much that is
good here
so much bounty
humanity
a way of life
a magnet that
draws humans from
every corner
of this earth, every
place else…why?
On TV, the papers,
blogs, we seem to
hate each other
we scream over
our own words
over our heads
we run into walls
that we built
we elect people
we don’t like
who don’t know
who we are…yet
they come…they
come over walls
across rivers
on jets and
on foot
they come…why?
I think we can’t
see where we live, too
close, too comfortable
too familiar, too
every day, we live
without living because
we never learned
never had to learn
weren’t taught to die
to shut the fuck up, to
suffer, to be killed
for thoughts of
freedom…
I look at the country
I live in
the people around me
the words that
I read, and
I love this place.

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