Just Another Poem

OVER THE RAINBOW

I want to live somewhere else,
somewhere not so committed
to murder, somewhere where
policy condemns not condones.
Somewhere not likely to invade
somewhere else, not likely to
promote Jihad, Crusade
in the old language,
broken words brought back
in the modern age.
Somewhere where hate is not
welcome, invited, sought out.
Somewhere where people
do not starve, or, starving
receive help and not
platitudes, inedible.
My dreamless dream
in unicorn forests and
silent springs, my sanctuary
hidden from the machinations
of powerful men,
slipping through the cracks,
unobserved, untargeted,
but also unread.